last night we splurged and took a cab home, and had it drop us off RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR HOUSE. And I had a perfect slice of pizza, and it was perfect like that first night we were here. This time we knew exactly where we were, and we were with our friends, and we took our own cab back to our own home. And then for some inebriated reason we stayed up much longer that would have been advisable and woke up 4 hours later, still drunk and incredibly out of it and now I'm at work. My eyes are bloodshot. I have to take the bus home. His parents get here in two hours.
I heard today that an old co-worker, yet another, was fired. Unless you don't have a soul, or a brain, and eat and sleep and breath their brand, they don't want you. It wasn't always that way. Strange, though, that we were talking about it last night, and we never talk about it. And I told of how the guilt and anxiety was still tormenting me until only a few weeks ago but I have finally shut that voice out. HOORAY! But--I wonder what would be different if I had only waited a week and gotten those stocks...