Ok well here we go. The Litany of My Friday. It's pouring. And not in a nice, make-your-hair-pleasingly-curly way. In a Goa-Beach-In-August, drowning-Redwoods kind of way. And this is supposed to go on till Sunday afternoon. And I was supposed to go to the beach this weekend. Because tomorrow is my birthday. But I can't go to the beach anyway, because did I get paid today? Unsurprisingly I did not. I got a check for a rather meager amount that my boss said was "to tide you over the weekend, sorry about that but I haven't got enough money to pay you properly till Monday". This is not helpful. Any attempt to further explain the state of things to my boss would be pointless as his brain is currently in orbit around Mars. Have you seen Office Space? Like that guy, but our copier isn't even that cool and Ron Livingston isn't around to make things bearable. So. I'm not even pissed off. I've gone around the bend into quiet psychosis. Also, The Chump continues his inexplicable silence. So I have to spend this birthday in some crappy bar with a bunch of frat boys rather than lying on the sun on the beach. I'm so perturbed right now I may very well go and join a gym. I feel the need to pound things and bend things and run and jump and shit. This is totally incoherent. I'm leaving now.