Catch My Breath
I don’t know what the kid did to the computer but I haven’t been able to get online since Monday. OMG. That’s the LAST time I’m going to let him stay home from school over a little hacking cough and inner-ear infection. Psssht. Oh, I’m kidding. The Dictator is feeling a lot better than he was despite the fact he hides his prescriptions because he hates taking medicine so much. Kids.
I’m doing grrreat but yesterday (Wednesday) was my first day off from the bar since last Wednesday. One person quit, one person got fired and yet another is MIA. Service industry, gotta love it. I have been making major cash but I’m really not liking the fact I can feel my eyeballs from being so damn tired. You know when you’re so beat down, your eyes hurt and itch? That’s how mine feel. I should not be able to feel my eyeballs! But I’m okay otherwise and haven’t broken up with R, yet. I sorta tried to today but I got over it. It was my eyeballs talking.
You want to hear me and R in a nutshell? I was watching My Fair Brady last night and there’s this part where Adrianne says in a voice-over she has never been with a man that is so reserved with his feelings. They show both her and Chris in bed and Adrianne sweetly tells Chris: Ohhhh, I just love you so much and he looks down at her all tenderly and you think he’s going to say how much he loves her, too, but instead he says: You’re just crazy. RUINED THE MOMENT. Besides not being 23, a model and wearing nearly all my clothes nearly all the time - me and Adrianne are RIGHTHERE. That’s uh, eye-to-eye for those playing along at home. There I go talking about eyes again. Told y’all I was crazy.
Hector has not fared very well since I last posted. He’s dead. Oh yeah, I know. I’m a horrible pet-owner but he was way too picky an eater so I think he finally decided to call it quits and swim up to the big fishbowl in the sky. Next up, the kid wants a hamster named… Lionel. Don’t ask - it’s better you not even ask.
I need to get my ass to bed. I start my new job tomorrow (Thursday) and here it is after midnight and I’m online. You know when you can’t let something rest until its fixed? Do ya, huh huh? Remind me of how important fixing my computer was when I’m sitting in my (spacious) cube at 7:30am. Groan. Night all.