So, Amazon tells me that my copy of Harry is soon to be actually mine -- at least, they've charged me money for it. And everyone else on the planet has got one now, so I'm gonna lie low until I receive my copy and begin reading it. NO MORE LJ. I shall just have to catch up.
It's 8:30, and in an hour I'm due at the video store. A job which I finally can quit, now that I'll be working full time at the office job.
Video stores are fun, sure. But they pay minimum wage and they're hard on the feet.
I really don't want to go to work. But after work, there's a comic book store in the Valley that's having a big-ass sale, and I wanna check it out. Then, I can COME HOME, do work, lay around and read things... And there's nowhere I really have to be until Sunday night, when I go to groove with Paul Van Dyk.
My to-do list is long and epic. I haven't really made any headway on it. But after work -- the times they are a'changing.