Last week I worked just a few minutes short of 56 hours. 7 days down, 7 to go before I get a day off. I feel like Ive fallen in to shark mode. I just have to keep moving or Im going to die. Ok I wont die, but I feel like crap. My diet for the past few days has been mainly potato chips and caffeine. Im making myself cook something for dinner tonight even though I really dont want to.

If you have posted in my journal and I havent responded its been because I havent had a lot of free time. Sorry. Im only working 49 hours next week so who knows; maybe Ill post in your journal then.

Someone set off a stink bomb in the store today. It smelled like rancid egg salad that had been farted out the ass of a goat with diarrhea. Nasty.

I need to shave my head tonight, but I doubt I will, Im dozing off right now. Will you come do it for me?

Many thanks to sunburntkamel for giving me some gmail invites. Soon I shall tell AOL to go fuck themselves.

The girl who read my post-it note dirty story last week has a curfew. She lives with her mom and has to be home by 11 during the week and 12:30 on the weekend. Its very odd.

I dont know what it is about spring that brings out my Bi-ness. (Is that even a word?) Maybe its spring fever. Or clown fever. I bet it's clown fever.

I had a dream the other night where I was naked in an A&P buying frozen pizza. Everyone in the store was someone Ive known at some point in my life and the cashers were all people Ive had sex with. What do you think that means?

I have no idea why this is even in my head, shes more unstable than Tara Reid in 6-inch stiletto hills dancing on a card table with a bent leg. Dont know why, but there it is.

Ill be here all week, try the veal. Unless of course youre a vegan, then you should try the veal flavor seitan.