1:43 and I've printed nearly 50 banners and a stage wrap for Dancing with the Stars tonight. There's been about 10 times I've wanted to rip my hair out mainly due to the fact that a 15,000 dollar printer really shouldn't fuck up, ever. And it does. Continually. Somewhere in the ballpark of nearly 1,117,856 pieces of paper later, this is bound to happen. 1:45 Waiting for a new run of programs to load. Trying it from a different postscript file. This is taking forever. I miss talking to Christie. Neon Indian is playing, deadbeat summer and today is sunny and where I want to be but being in this office on a weekend kills me. 1:50 Program is still loading. I just want the pieces of my life to feel like a broken mug that someone took the time to glue perfectly back together. Or maybe a rock picked up from the beach, smoothed by the years of seaside tumbling, left on a shelf and felt with nostalgic palms. I want to get the fuck out of here. 3:42 The printer finally ran out of staples. Beer has been delivered and it's not all bad. Printing the rest of the banners should be a cinch and then I'm gonna get a jacket from stephen. I'm enthralled in de ja vu. 3:48 Listening to Animals as Leaders. Fuck. SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS. ASLKJA:LKFJ:LSDKJFS 4:48 Just delivered the last of the programs, banners, and I'm finally done printing for DWS. Got a few beers on my managers tab (which is fucking rad to have) and am officially coasting for the summer. Thanks world, I am so fucking excited to go to SF.