Ah, Tuesday, essentially my Monday. I'd almost managed to forget how much I dislike work, but then I entered The Woodlands and everything went straight down the tubes. Fuck it, though; my weekend was good enough to make up for a week or so's work, consisting as it did of a trip to Houston with my girlfriend, lots of writing, cleaning the house, and hanging out with Ben, an old buddy of mine from those long-ago days at Hildebrandt Intermediate School and Klein Oak High School.

The sun's shining already, and it's payday. I reckon things could be way worse. Let's just hope I hear back on one of the jobs I applied for soon, so I can figure out if I'm moving to Houston in June. That would make the day way better.