"Just tell her they’re Marciano."

My camera's SD card died today. GREAT. I have like 700MB worth of pictures and videos on it and about 40% of them haven't been copied over to the computer. SHIT.

Fuck you, SanDisk.

So yay. Another thing to add to the list of shit I need to buy after I get paid. Not a big spendy thing, but annoying nonetheless.

Anyhow. I woke up at 10-ish yesterday morning. Sat on the internet until Terry got online at like 1 and arranged to come over. SUCKAGE. I HATE that he doesn't have a phone hooked up at the house yet. But yeah. Stopped and got gas and over-inflated my leaky tire (WEEEE!), got to the house and we basically were a puddle on the couch watching Mad TV until the power went out. YAY. When Zach got home he said it was because a tree fell on a power line. Fun. So yeah. Eventually Terry went crazy without any power so we went over to Dave and Erin's so they could get their jam on. Yussss. Hung out there until like 8, took off, dropped Terry at home, stopped at Shell to get Monsters, munchies and a tire gauge (to get the over-inflated tire back to where it needed to be), went to work from 10-7am. FUCKING. FUN. But deliriousness with Mike is always awesomepantsface. Bucket o' Noodles that 'taste like swimming pool' and wandering around the store with a tissue box on one foot garnering looks of concern from Angela Zehm. HEH.

I GOT A TISSUE BOX! WHERE! MY SHOE! USED TO BEEE!!! I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB.

Other than that, we spent our entire shift fixing sale and clearance. Anyone who has been running go-backs in the last couple weeks is SERIOUSLY gonna die by my hand. 'Cause really. All the price points were mixed up and everything was just fucked. YC mixed with men's. NOT COOL, guys. I can tell the difference between customers putting shit back where it doesn't belong and our own people being careless. So yeah.

I was gonna come home and go to sleep for a few before I had to go get my tires changed with Grampa, but I dunno how feasible that is now 'cause there are boys sleeping everywhere. Yay.

If all goes well with Terry's court thing today, you'd best believe I'm gonna be back on Camano tonight. I'm so nervous for him. No. Terrified is more like it. And if they haul him off to jail on our six month anniversary, I'm gonna be fucking devastated.

Guh. Want nappy.