In which FHC suffers through his wednesday

It is 8:30 p.m. and I am still at the professional thingy which completely ruins all my wonderful plans for the evening (like taking a mock GRE test). Things have turned really ugly for me lately around here. I really wish I could be a waiter like Kevin W. The soundtrack today was Momentum by Aimée Mann (courtesy of Gavin), which she apparently had written for me initially. Maybe I’ll fax it anonymously to my shrink. I also added pictures of me with a baby to all my online profile to start re-marketing myself as a friendly family-oriented stable fag.