This lady just came in and she was absolutly insane, like a younger version of a very distressed Pat. I tryed so hard to be nice and the like but it waslike she was on crack, you just could do anything right. One minute she loved something the next her hated it and couldn't go near it. By the end of it she went on about she must be getting sick with some sort of throught infection. I stopped breathing. Honestly, I don't wanna get sick, maybe that makes me the crazy one, but I didn't breath again until she had left, and I was in the office where I guess I preceive the 'clean' air to be.
I get to close up in about 20 minutes here, which is nice because its been just so darn slow. Though I did get to read through my new GQ and talk to Marilyn Ben and Kevkev. So I guess you can consider that productive.
Its going to be so nice, I'm going to go home and go to sleep. I'm addicted to sleep. Or at least not being awake.
I'm excited about Friday and Saturday, its going to be fun. Ahhh, music and dancing. How I love it all.
I need to figure out what I'm going to wear.
Damb Kathleen and makingme work for 4 freaking hours on saturday.
*wiggles wrist in her general direction*
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