October 19, 2003 :: 1:40 a.m.
a semi-brief pitstop before getting sand in my eyes
It is 1:40 a.m. and I am very sleepy. I'm heading off to bed in a few minutes, as I need to get up at a reasonable hour and prepare myself for WORK. That word has such a very odd sound to it... but I am happy to have it, of course. I'm trying to figure out when I'll get my first paycheck, as the place pays every two weeks. Which I absolutely abhor with all of my being. I am not fiscally responsible enough to go two weeks between checks. I run out of money like three days after I get the damn thing. However, I must save all of my pennies from the first few of these, because I'm planning devious things that may or may not come to pass, depending entirely on my monetary stockpile. So here's hoping I'll be able to restrain myself from going on a mad yarn buying spree right away.
I made pumpkin spice muffins tonight. They are fairly yumtastic, if I may say so. I made 24, and 4 were eaten by me, Adam, my mom, and Mason, so there are now 20 little muffins sitting on a plate downstairs. They are covered up snugly by a (clean) dishtowel and they smell like Thanksgiving. I think I may take one with me to WORK tomorrow as a snacky thing. Or possibly I will have one after WORK, as a pre- or post-dinner snacky thing. I do enjoy my snacky things, obviously. And also pizza. Pizza will be my ultimate downfall one day, mark my words. I love it more than chocolate, if you can believe that. Which you may not, as it is very similar to saying that I love pizza more than I love living. And I won't even get into that.
I didn't sleep well last night. Bad dreams. Or bad dream, rather. Singular. One long, horrible dream that resulted in me waking up in tears and bawling my head off for 20 minutes. There was a snot lake on my pillow. It was disgusting. I do not know why I continually have these dreams (which are really nightmares, though I tend to avoid calling them that as they do not involve the hacking off of limbs or mass quantities of blood), but if possible I would like to put in a request to Sir Morpheus, god of dreams: KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF. I need my damn sleep and really, don't you think I'm paranoid enough without being forced to play out endless variations of my worst fears all night in high definition technicolor and fucking dolby digital surround sound? YOU ARE NOT HELPING.
Burglarg. I need to go to bed. I WORK from 1-7; I will dutifully report back afterward, and fill my two loyal readers in on all the fascinating cash register drama that is sure to occur. Mark your calendars - it's going to be the event of a century.
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