work

I have two kinds of good days. The first is where we aren't busy at all, and I just fuck-off all day at work. Those aren't the most profitable days, but they are fun, particularly with the right coworkers. The other kind is when I'm so busy I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground, but at the end of the night I walk with almost as much as I made in a week at the bank. That was the past two nights (which was awesome, considering the weather we'd had up to yesterday). I went into work yesterday thinking I wouldn't make jack, and I wound up having a fabulous two days. I'm exhausted, but there's milk and honey in the fridge, kna-mean?