So how much did Prince kick ass? So much. He just wore his little self out and had to cancel the rest of the Chicago shows. God, am I glad I got tickets to the first show. It was so much fun. No really dirty stuff 'cause he's all reformed now or whatever but I still got to hear Cream and 7 and Little Red Corvette. So, I was happy. Madonna in two weeks! Woo-hoo!

Work is just...well, stupid. Our receptionist quit after a week and a half which is fine with me 'cause I didn't like her and she didn't really fit in here. But now we're back to two people doing three people's jobs. And J, my partner in crime here, may leave if our boss doesn't stop being such a horse's ass. And since that doesn't seem likely, well, bon voyage J. And that really chaps my hide. I really like J and she really likes me. We have the odd tiff, but we get along really well and we both work really hard and I don't want to get used to someone else, dammit.

I'm going to try to learn Spanish. Shut up! My dad bought me a textbook from the high school and I'm going to teach myself since my work situation pretty much makes it impossible for me to take classes of any kind. So, bonne chance to me! Oh, wait, that's French...