This is my 495th post.
Out of all the posts I've written, I would estimate that less than 4% were remotely entertaining, 64% were complaints of boredom, and 99% were made up of the incessant self-deprecating nonsense to which I have become accustomed to writing. And there was irony in all but 2.7 posts.
Well, I'm going home tonight to chill out with my homies. I've been stalking Kuba all week so I'm not expecting to see him. I'm going to surrender my phone to Vanja so I'm not tempted to call him.
It's the weekend, which gives me the right to 'social-smoke' (a euphemism for chain-smoking) so I'll do that, and cook a tuna pasta extravaganza using 49c penne and a $1 can opf chunk tuna bought from Aldi.
Yours,
Liz