I’ve made a commitment of sorts to have a birthday dinner with a woman at work I don’t even like most of the time. People seem to have a knack of “cornering” me when I’m alone and asking me things. ha! Sitting at my desk minding my own business and you creep over and ask me if I like Mexican food. Who knew that saying yes wasn’t going to end it. Damn it. 
Whatever, I’ve four weeks to either figure out a way to back out; or to just suck it up and fucking go and quit being a baby omg. I don’t know. We’ll see. Personally, I think it’s going to hinge on how many times in the next four weeks she stands near the end of my desk, staring at me & creeping me out. GO SIT AT YOUR DESK OMG. Having “nothing” to do doesn’t mean you can stand there and make my skin crawl. And you smell like booze. But, whatever. 
Okay, got all of that off my chest. Or, really, about half of it; but I’ll quit before I get ugly.
It’s a lovely day outside and I’ll be arsed if I can drag myself into it.
