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Another Rubi-2uesday. 2 dolla' pints at Rubicon Brewing Co. Do I feel like going? Not really. I feel like vegging in front of the tv and doing nothing all night. Will I go if Bryan wants to? Of course.

I thought quitting one job would make me pumped about my other job. Guess I just hated them both equally. Working in Old Sacramento is either frustrating or boring as hell. There's no one down there after dark, my boss moved closing time back to 8 pm, which I blatantly disregarded tonight by closing at 7 (because, I repeat, THERE IS NO ONE IN OLD SAC AFTER DARK.)

Is it weird to call it Old Sac? People from out of the city always snicker at that. I know, old, dangling, swinging testicles, ha, ha. It's just something I grew up saying, and after working there for the better part of 2 years, it's become ingrained.

UGH. Hope hope hope I kick some major ass on that clerical test and get set up with a sweet government job that pays the billz and thensome.

Might not ditch this town for Portland just yet. Might stick it out. Gotta learn to love this town for now.

Something in the roof of my mouth is painfully swollen. Fuckity fuck.