There are 1000 things about me I want only you to know.

The minutes can't possibly pass slowly enough this afternoon. I don't know what it is, exactly. Perhaps it is the wonderful, sunny weather that tantalizes me from the other side of the windows. Perhaps it is the yummy seafood chowdah I partook of at lunchtime. Perhaps it is simply Friday antsiness. A combination thereof? More likely.

I need to get out of here. None of my clients have shown up today. It's a good thing I don't schedule much on Fridays because I have meetings and try to catch up on phone calls and paperwork. Otherwise, I would be completely and totally bummed out about losing so much productivity. Productivity is the bane of your existence if you work in direct social services.

Last night, I ate like a pig at Buca de Beppo with Ryan. Before that, we stopped at the Char Bar to catch up with Jennie and Theresa. Tonight is another little drinking binge and then I need to get ready for the weekend. The Girl^TM and I are headed to Pittsburgh to see rainy, with a side stop to catch up with lorimelton and ralphmelton. Nice.

( I think I want to free form write now. )

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I just spent the entirety of my open hours¹ playing football outside.

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¹Open hours are 1.5 hour blocks of time when a case manager is scheduled to be available for walk-ins, random concerns, and other miscellany.