Four more working days until Stewart and I go tot Montreal. I am very excited to get out of here, even if it's only for a minivacation. I can't wait to just be able to get away from all of the random bullshit that I get stuck with by osmosis.
Went out last night with Nate. We went to Sophia's and were there early enough that it wasn't retardedly crowded. Cece and Zuch met us there and Stewart came after work. There were, however, elderly regulars who convinced the owner to turn the jukebox up all the way (like had to resort to texting conversation loud) and played My Way, Suspicious Minds and New York, New York. These are all song I like and listen to with some regularity and a little bit of nostalgia, but for fuck's sake, no one, not even me, likes Elvis so loud it hurts your ears. It was an ok time.
I had a dream last night that Stewart left me in Canada for his former hosebeast. And I shoved her into a pit of mud and we were at movie theaters and this kid I worked with for about 3 weeks was there. Weird. But I'm driving to Canada, so I doubt this will happen. And I think I would do more than shove just her into a pit of mud.
I'm exhausted and have to work until midnight. I also need to get cracking on these fancy cigar boxes I'm making. Damn craft fair.
No comments:
Post a Comment