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The past few days have felt like I got run over by a truck at work. I screamed at N. (then apologized profusely), barely ate or drank any water, and have a nasty paper cut on my hand to show for it.

I'm getting tattooed on Wednesday though. Rock.

Tomorrow is my day off, too. Also rock.

My friend Jill has gotten a second job. She's going to be working at the same complex of restaurants as my ex fucking married boyfriend. I have far too easy an excuse for going down there now. This is going to suck. I have one boy that I used to sleep with working with me, and my best friend working with the ex that I'm still in love with. I need to move.

Anyone want to move to Montreal and start a business with me? I'll do Austin or Vancouver or any number of other cities, really. Pick one.