kleio

Halloween is my most favorite of all the holidays. For a lot of reasons, but partly because I like the fact that my inherent silliness and playfulness and whatnot can come out and be itself. I'm also starting to like getting creeped out, though I still don't like the way my neck feels when I do. The manager at the bar I used to work at loves Halloween too. He's got forearm sleeves (cuffs?) of jack-o-lanterns, and skeletons, and all sorts of stuff - that was the first thing I ever noticed about him. But he's in Iraq right now, and I miss him tons.

I applied online for a job at the Lowe's that just got built here in town. Being able to work there would be fucking sweet. I love tools like I love pie. And that, folks, is a whole lot of love! It especially doesn't help that, now that I've gotten what I wanted and am back working the night shift, I have discovered that much of my nightly routine has been excised, cut out. I have more than two and a half hours that I needed to just kill. I was so bored out of my mind, and I don't know how I'm going to get through more nights like that. I need a job where I can be doing something, where I don't have to constantly be making up shit to do or clean. Before, the thing that made me hate working there was all the crummy situations I had to deal with. Now it's the job itself. But, like my boyfriend keeps telling me: this is temporary. The nice thing about time is that it doesn't really slow down, things will keep moving on, and progressing me further and further to the day that I can quit, move on, and move out of this state. I have a degree in theatre in South Dakota - is it any wonder that I'm working at a gas station?

I'm getting drunk this weekend. I haven't gotten good and drunk in a long time. And, with luck, I'll be all costumified at the time, and the weekend will be awesome.

Ok, I really need a shower, and I really need to eat. This one is for you, Bob!