Dull afternoon

Okay, another dull Friday afternoon. Waiting for the day to end...so I have to write about it. I'm kinda depressed. I gotta snap out of it. I'm just in another blah-don't-feel-much-like-doing-anything mood. I did my laundry last night like a good girl. Tonight I have to jog. It'll be a short one, but I have to do it because I'm going to go out to eat later with my friend Lisa. I haven't seen her in ages. We have lots to catch up on and we'll most likely do so sitting across from each other at some lovely Italian restaurant.

So I'm here alone. Both the shipping lady and the boss are gone for the weekend. I'm stuck here waiting for the fucking UPS man who comes later and later every damn day. We close at four and have told them this a million times. They were doing better for a time there, but I guess they changed routes again or something because he's getting here after four more often than not. Uck.

When I get outta here I have to go get some crickets for Rosie the tarantula. My weekly trip to the pet store. I have too many damn pets...GAH! I think I need to get rid of my rats though. Poor Ron had another horrible allergic reaction to them last night. He decided to come over again last night, which was a great treat. I was asleep on the couch as usual, but he woke me and we had some fun before going to sleep. But the poor guy's nose was running the entire night. He had to go home in the middle of the night, around 3:30 I think it was, because he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't sleep at all. I feel so bad...he keeps telling me it's not my fault. I just HAD to go out and get these damn rats though. They're too much for him during this horrible allergy season. He tells me to wait 'til summer to see if things calm down. I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do. Poor poopie is home sick instead of working tonight, I just found out. I guess I'll be going to his house after my dinner out. I don't care if he has a cold or the flu ('cept for the barfies...HELL NO) I'm going over there to cuddle with him. Okay, time to go call UPS and bug them to come pick up the ONE lousy package we have going out today. Buh-bye.