In 2 minutes, I will be off, unless my phone goes off. I haven’t had a call in 10 or so. I think I’m gonna be safe for getting off at 11 tonight… sweet, freakin, jesus. Saturday night means pizza, garlic bread, and hopefully not staying at work ’til 1 in the morning. Not that I don’t want to, but… this is my weekend, dammit. I wanna go home. And now, I can.