So one of my best friends from high school called last week. We still keep in touch fairly regularly... Anyway, he called to say he'd been promoted, gotten laid, and attended a wedding. The wedding was of another friend from high school (in fact, our ex-girlfriend). I didn't even get a pity invite (the one that is just for you, as opposed to you and a guest). This phone call ruined my evening.

Don't worry, I still think marriage is a crock of shit. Promise.

My job was changed. Already. I have the same job, but new supervisors. Who have no idea what I do. And it's not official yet, so I currently have somewhere between 6 and 0 bosses. Think I can cut out early tomorrow and say someone else approved it?

Oh, and the new car. Gots me a shiny new Honda Civic with four doors and sexy black interior. I have one of those super remote thingys that can unlock the doors for you. Yet somewhere in the 3rd day I found myself pissed that the remote lacks a truck button. Oh what a world.

In all, I'm fine. Sniffly, but well. Tired, but happy. And sounding like a bad song from high school. That's a nice frame, so off I go.