Just another day on the border of Burbank

I don't know what radio station the receptionist is listening to (it's coming through the phone!!!) but I hear Kimberly Locke's "8th World Wonder" about 5 times a day. That's 5 times too many. That's right Matt, I said it. In case you're wondering, she was a finalist on American Idol...I was addicted like the rest of the masses. But I won't take it any further than watching the show- I won't be buying a Clay Aiken CD...nobody can call me a "Claymate." Enough with that. I'm ready for this day to be over and for it to officially be the weekend. My plans: 1) Cary Brothers @ Hotel Cafe tonight 2) Beach or movie tomorrow (are your reading this Ashley?) 3) Abso-f*cking-lutely nothing on Sunday. I didn't get a break last weekend, what with the last minute trip to Vegas and all. Me staying in is also a result of me having no money. None. Zip. Zilch. I've said this before, but I really want to drive the point home that I'm broke, and not in my usual way meaning I just can't go all out. Netflix has brought me: Demonlover, City of God, and one more that hasn't arrived. My co-worker's neice just brought me a story to read...sure it had some grammar mistakes and some of it didn't make much sense, but I'm sure she'll improve in due time. *Note: She's 8. I wish I was 8...then I wouldn't be at work, I'd probably be playing somewhere, maybe alone, maybe with some other kids, who knows? But it would be a hell of a lot better than this. I talk a lot of sh*t about working, but I could have it a lot worse. I could be doing manual labor. I shudder at the thought.