Well it is currently 42 degrees, and I am officially dead.
I am actually tempted to call in sick, just because I don't want to put on clothes and drive in my oven of a car. But today is the day I quit.
I've got my letter all typed up and printed.
It's quite exciting, and terrifying.
But it has to be done.
I don't even know if I'll be able to finish these two weeks.
In other news, my Ipod is royally fucked.
I know I've probably said this many times before, but this time I am totally serial.
Usually it freezes, deletes all my music, so I just restore it and start again.
This time, after it decided to delete all my music, everytime I plug it in Itunes just freezes.
There's nothing I can do.
I'm pretty sure it's still under warranty, so I think I should just demand they give me a new one.
But I don't even know how to do that.
I feel so lost without my Ipoo.
I am housesitting next week, housesitting my parents house. So if anyone feels like sleeping over and keeping me company, please do.
I'll cook you dinner?