I made the mistake of drinking coffee at work and now I can’t sleep. If I do fall asleep it’ll be short and I’ll be fidgeting and tossing and turning more than usual. I really need to stop doing that. Expect a few blogs. I know that nobody’s reading this at this hour, so you’ll get to it after the fact. Either way. I’ll probably write a few things…things…sigh.
1:56 a.m.
It’s both frightening and comforting to know how similar my newly adopted dad/co-worker, Augustus, is to me. If he leaves by next week I’m going to be sad for my situation and yet happy for him. Dicks and midgets, I think the streak’s ending.
1:15 a.m.
So, you get mad at me for having a nice conversation with customers that were only there until 10ish while tonight I sit in the back so that nobody can see me while a party of six stays until midnight talking to Chase and you don’t even think twice about it? Then you have the nerve to tell me that my work priorities weren’t straight because rather than cleaning a window I dropped everything and paid attention to the guests that were arriving and needing the services of a “server’s assistant.” Sam, I now understand why you quit and these next two weeks can’t go fast enough. And screw them for not even letting me know if I was on call until 6 p.m. last night. For Christ’s sake!
1:06 a.m.
The Avett Brothers - Laundry Room
No longer tainted. I only expect one of you to understand that.
Birdmonster will be playing in San Diego at the Casbah exactly one month before I turn 21. I shake my fist in underaged frustration.
3:00 p.m.
Very good movie by Jim Jarmusch with a stellar soundtrack by Neil Young.
One of those things that people should be reminded of every few months.
Stop overheating.
Speaking of heat, I’m sunburned. And in an odd shape around the chest/stomach area. And what’s even better is that the sun cannot penetrate my “E.T. chest hair,” so I look not unlike an alien lobster. Speaking of alien lobsters, Scott, what do you think lobster girl is up to? No doubt using her antennae to radio home to her commrades about Earth’s domination by the lobster people. I’m not a lobster…
…Boobs.
12:18 a.m.
All of a sudden the movie Watchmen no longer seems as appealing when some idiot person I know decides to say “this fucking sick movie preview!” Dag yo.
7:04 p.m.
Eating breakfast with the folks this morning reminded me of this as we had a couple of jars of preserves on the table.
Phil Ken Sebbin as played by Stephen Colbert on Adult Swim’s Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law.
What’s the deal with telling me to stop talking to guests when they’re having a good time talking to me and I’m already off the clock and about to go home while you’re all inside taking your time eating your food and there’s absolutely no one else in the god damned restaurant? Eat a dick.
11:09 p.m.
Hello and welcome. I honestly don’t know why you people read this crap or how I manage to become popular in my small group of friends, but you do, for some reason, and I continue to write in order to keep my sanity. So, for you new comers who don’t feel like going back in time to find some things out, here is a link to my cousin’s page as he and I both came up with the “Poetry Sunday” concept. And since PS seems to be the driving force behind my “blog” I feel it necessary to make you all aware of the co-inventor. Here’s the link.
11:28 a.m.
I guess things are still looking up. We haven’t found a house yet, but there are a few renters that seem to like the three of us. Let’s hope things work out with that.
In other news, go Andy! Why? For being a champ.
1:04 a.m.
