27 September 2005

sapped

i am beat. put together a lingering cold, an ass-kicking, death-wish-affirming workday and a local show with four very loud acts, and you get utter celebrity-style exhaustion. i didn't even make it to the second act. that may make me officially old, but YOU try it and still get up at 5:30 in the morning. i rest my case, suckos.

'sides, leaving early allowed me to snag this plush photo from my cab window.

3 comments:

snow said...

sweet, my cat started her own line of vodka. 'bout time she started pulling her weight around here..

snow said...

sweet, my cat started her own line of vodka. 'bout time she started pulling her weight around here..

geekgrrl said...

gg double post :D the funny thing is, that's the *first* thing i thought of when i saw that truck..