Dr. Tran keeps acting up. I'm not happy.
Terry put oil in it on Sunday before the show 'cause it was pretty low. It was acting up prior to that, but after the oil it went back to normal. Now it's starting to handle weird and just generally feel funny again. Grrrr. Mom and I checked the oil again to see if maybe it had developed a leak, but it was fine. Weird.
But... ugh. One of these days (and I know I'm probably just paranoid...) I'm afraid I'm gonna get off work and not be able to start my car. Or break down on the freeway. OR break down on Camano. UGH. Scary.
Anyhow. Work was good today. Matt and I were pretty productive, even though shipment came TWICE today. Ummm... Guess corporate? Last time I checked, we were done with back-to-school promos. Thanks. Stop with the insane shipment already. We have an assortment of like 300 huge, fluffy winter coats in the back and nowhere to put them 'cause we can only fit 4-5 out of each color on the floor at a time. So stop. Or you people should come in and just buy coats. In abundance.
Things may be changing, though. I'll find out more tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow. I work 5-9. AT NIGHT. What the shit kind of fucked up shift is that? Four fucking hours? Whatever. After work I'm heading straight to the Variety Hoose to... I dunno. Go insane? Then I work 8-5 on Friderday, which is also PAYDERDAY (WITH NO "GARNISHMENTS"!!!!), then afterward I'm heading out to the island to pick up Terry and 'do normal-people stuff'. Heh. Which involves like, dinner and a movie or something. Shit normal people do, I guess. I'm excited. I miss my baby. I miss his FACE.
We had a head-bleaching party tonight. Karina fried the living fuck out of her hair and I did Doom's all spiffy. Heh. His definitely needs another process, though. It's kinda orange-y. I have to do mine this weekend. My roots are looking pretty haggard.
I'ma go paint my nails or groom myself or something.
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