LAUNDRY CLEAN. ROOM CLEAN. DISHES CLEAN. ERIC ANGRY. ERIC SMASH! and by smash, i mean clean.

i was 14 minutes late to work today, instead of only 8, because as i walked past the front desk in broadway, the flip flopping noise finally registered in my brain, and i realized i was wearing my blue flip flops to work. amazing how turning around, going up the elevator, putting on socks and sneakers, and going back down can take 6 minutes. it must have been all that cursing. or possibly the sobbing. or maybe just the self-mutilation. that stuff takes time if you want to do it right, you know.

i'm dealing with my first well-kept file. meaning it's in order already and nothing seems to be missing. before, it was all files with massive gaps and missing documents, which translated into a big headache for me. now i don't think the alternative is much better. christ, these things generate a lot of paperwork. i don't think i'm going to document all of it. who's going to notice, anyways?

isn't it someone's birthday soon?