We're behind deadline tonight at the magazine which means that your truly has to stick around an extra three hours and try to get everything fixed. If I had known this I could've set my VCR to tape Dawson's Creek but of course I just end up missing it which ends up simply pissing me off more than I was already. And on top of everything I'm supposed to go see Creamed Corn play tonight and I'm already running late and now it's started to rain outside, me without an umbrella, and this night is just sucking so bad I don't know where to begin.

We finally get the zine to bed and I pack up my stuff and tell my boss, "You owe me one," and he laughs and says, "Yeah, right," and I start making my way to the club.