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so i didn't write yesterday because we went over to ethan's and hung out until late and i had work in the morning. had to be in to work at eight. so i set the alarm for 7:15, i must have woke up and shut the alarm off because i fell back to sleep for another fifteen minutes. lucky for me i slept in my makeup so all i really had to do was powder my face and get dressed. lucky devil. get to work and am thrown into the hellishness that is a packed dining room. the girl i was woking with pretty much had everything held down, so i started in on cleaning tables and such. we were busy until noon thirtyish then it died completely. had several big tips which made me happy. the old men made fun of me for my new robot tattoos, which are awesome. came home and took a long ass nap, exhausted. woke up, flipped through a magazine, then went to dinner at fitters with clint and cassie. then we went to hastings where i resisted the urge to buy every hunter s. thompson book they had. came out of it with the rum diaries and a copy of nylon. that should keep me busy for a while. my hoody is filthy, it must be washed tomorrow, it has crusted gravy and ketchup on it. beautiful. i'm off tomorrow and monday so i can spend time with joe. cheese fang. the train is leaving the station, what do you do? a)crack a smile, b) wave, c) go balls out and flash the passing train. seriously, i want to know. answer the question. i'm so listless and pent up. don't know what to do with it, can't relax to save my life. the speculation has begun as to what i'm going to do for my birthday on the twenty second. my version involves a large pot pie, a brownie and jello shots. but i don't know, plans could change. i'm sure my family will want to do something. my mom called earlier but i was asleep at the time. she hasn't seen my robots yet, she's going to hate them, i know it. i'm tired even though i have done nothing but sleep. i guess its my bodys way of protecting me from thinking too hard. oh lord, too much brain function, crash. i want a cherry slushie, but have no motivation to get off my ass and go get it. i think i'm getting closer to my goal of looking fierce, day by day. i thought i would have so much more to write about, but i don't. sorry folks, guess this means the show is over for tonight.