| Another night in the Bell. |
[12 Oct 2003|09:56am] |
This is becoming a habit, isn't it? Or a job, to be more specific. Saturday night was the same as it always has been, a desolate confusion of customers and orders. I am rampantly bored of working every Saturday night, but to cope with it i sang David Bowie songs, even rewinding myself at various points, complete with "reverse Bowie" effects. You can imagine. My song of choice is "Magic Dance" from out of the film "Labyrinth" which i bellow with such gusto it scares even the microwaves.
I truly cannot complain, which is a bit of a complaint. I had a solid eight hours prior to this playing Final Fantasy 8 whilst Bolb used a balloon as a punching bag, and some nice bacon and brie rolls. Fucking hell, i'm almost content. Although not quite, as i have not worked on my speech yet. Haven't had time. I will have to tonight, I have three days to go.
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