(not) Work(ing)

Couldn't help thinking about STS today. I ended up reading through a few hundred Google listings about it (an old habit from me pre-nonstalker days). I guess aside from being hung out to dry, I really enjoyed myself there. I guess the great thing about 90 hour weeks is that you're too tired to really remember them. But man, I'll never forget being buzzed (eh, maybe a little drunk) in front of Linda, who had to have known that I was chugging that bottle of cough syrup right before I slid over to listen to her evil-bitch story.

Yeah, my standards for fun are probably a little low. But I bet you don't have a Korean brothel story.