fucking hell. its still hot out. damn it all.

what can i talk about that doesn't involve me bitching about the heat?

uh.. work? work was the usual. 9 1/2 hours of sitting in front of a computer, calling number after number, listening to southern accents. also, much sprite was consumed. other highlights included: overcoming the urge to stab trevor in the eye with my pen, wandering around the office with a pen attached to my bottom lip and saying things like "i'm a walrus!" (go re-watch your copy of 'The Breakfast Club' if you don't get that), snooping through all the desk drawers with alice (i took a green crayon), much eye rolling (mostly in trevor and brad's direction), and amusing conversations with people on the other end of the phone.

you know what though? its kinda hard to concentrate on work when a certain lovely canadian girl is on your mind about 98% of the time.

not that i'm complaining.