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[07 Aug 2006|12:21pm] |
so after my shift yesterday i going to a shitty-assed diner that didn't actually bother to wait on its customers with a cellphone-and-music-addict and Jason the Saturday/Sunday manager. i cannot express how infinitely cool either of these two fellows are, so i will not bother. suffice it to say, i didn't actually get home until 10.
unlike an intelligent person, i decided instead of sleeping i would start packing for school, as i hadn't bothered doing anything before and i have two days left to do it. that was all good and well, until i had to return to work. i spent my shift in a state of delirium that Jason found extremely hillarious. i don't really remember much, except for this one drunken guy stumbling in and yelling "I'M DRUNK AND I'M HUNGRY AND I WANT A FUCKING SANDWICH!" real friendly fellow, unlike his buddy who seemed sober and remained quiet. on my return trip home i kept seeing weird shit on and around the road and nearly ran off the road several times as a result of lack of sleep. let's never do that again.
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