The bad: No one told me I had to stay until 1am today.
The ugly: ... How in the fuck did I get sunburned on the TOP of my head? >_<
I’m not actually pissed off at work right now, nor will I be (probably) for a while. I’ve started to count the hours until I get on the road to XV-con, then I can pretend that Gas City does not exist.
And Alex: The 'thing' has been sent. ¬_¬
