Not much happens when not much changes. Or rather, not much worth talking about happens when not much changes.
I stopped by Starbucks yesterday and got a free cafe mocha ’cause my friend Liz hooked me up. (She’s the woman I knew back when we were in high school.) I like mochas and I like ‘em better when they’re free.
Work is going well. I’ll start working the late, late shift after next week — my shift beginning before Conan O’Brien and lasting much, much later. Can you say “Good Morning, America?”
Note: Something is wrong with your social life if frustration emerges at not being able to watch TV shows the day they show.
That is all.