my knee itches.

So far, so far not fired. I snickered when the manager went outside to change the sign and about the time he crossed the parking lot, the skies opened up and he got soaked. I couldn't help but snicker when he came inside, looking very much like a drowned rat.

Hee!

Mmm. I'm full now. Happy. Need to finish brushing my hair and then shower. Then sleep and perhaps dream some good dreams. Because all mine yesterday were fight-filled.

Now. Cass drama: She calls yesterday and apparently things with Matt have reached critical mass in the lack of communication department. Normally I would ignore this as I don't like him, I don't like them as a couple, and the only thing keeping me from doing the "I told you so, moron" dance is that she is my friend... and yet what else can you do other than listen and when asked for advice tell her to pull him away from the morons and try to talk to him? Well, sure, that'd be sensible. So I told her that and then ended it with "and if he's still not interested, throw his fucking ass out. Jesus, woman. If you can't do that, then fucking leave. You tell your sister you've left him and she'll let you stay with her for a night or two."

If it's gotten to the point where he's just flat out telling her what she can and cannot do and ignoring her and putting her down about her weight with "contructive criticism" then he can fucking go to hell. The sooner the better so I don't have to hear about it. Damn.

now back to hoping I don't get canned.