April Fools Day

Ugh, I hate this "holiday". And it's not even a real holiday! It's not like I get to take off work so that I can frolick with my friends and play a bunch of jokes on them all day. Nope I have to go to work, just like any other week-day and I don't like it. I'm so eager for tomorrow! I can't wait for 5:00 today! I have had the ever-so-busy morning of catching up on personal emails and facebook and twitter, followed by my daily blog reading and a little bit of "work", also known as "billing" yuck. I technically should have been done with billing yesterday but since I worked for 11 hours straight I didn't quite get around to it. But at 5:00 today, my weekend starts and I couldn't be more thrilled!

That might be the most depressing letter I've ever read

So, I read the letter. I felt a little bit Ryan Atwood-esque circa 2004 in the OC when he steals a letter out of Marissa's locker, written by Oliver Trast, thinking that it's a love letter to Marissa...only to find out later that Oliver wrote it to his figment of Oliver's chemical imbalance,  imagination, girlfriend, Natalie Bishop. Only, I didn't read this letter out of jealousy, I read it out of pure curiousity. I was curious as to why someone is addressing me as "Bella McGinn" instead of "Bella McBlogger", and I was curious as to who could honestly remember me from my run-in-with-the-law that they would be sending me a letter from jail? Not because I'm not a memorable person. But because I literally did as little amount of talking as possible while I was there and because I was afraid to make eye contact with anyone. I'm still having nightmares about that place and the coke-whorish stories I heard while I was there.