I came to a very depressing realization today. At this point in my life, my friends at work are all I've got. If I was to die on a Friday night, nobody would know or care until I didn't show up Monday morning. Then although work would be pissed that I didn't call in, I doubt they'd really start looking for me until Tuesday.
It's my own fault though. I have this incredible knack of being able to take anything good in my life and just really mess it up.
Other than that, nothing new to report. Oh, except that ever since the storm, my phone has said voicemail, and no matter how many times I call in, it says I have no messages. Yet, the voicemail indicator never goes away. It's really annoying.