BABY NAME #84: D'MENSHA

I already can't wait to come home from work tomorrow.

Maybe a Friday night movie is in order. I can't decide if I should decide on that now or not, since I'll most likely want to die by noon and then barely make it into my house by the time I get through that last hour and a half of brutal, wrist-slashing traffic.

Can you tell I've been proof-reading documents? Yeah, shut up. Proofing was the best part about this job so far. Tomorrow I fold, label, stuff, and seal 362 letters. Or attempt to. I'll take mindless physical activity over data entry. But still, I NEED A JOB THAT MATTERS. I feel like I'm wasting my brain if I'm not being creative somehow, or at least able to express myself at work. So basically I need a completely different job.