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Well I�m not pregnant. That�s good, I guess. Yeah, it is, but I�m still sad. Not the time, just another kick in the pants to finish school, get a high paying adult ed job anywhere I want to live, get a townhouse, THEN have a baby with no baby daddy, just the baby, but now�s not the time.

I�m tired. I slept 7am-1pm, 6 hours, not bad. My day off didn�t work out so well, same with my day off today. One of these days, right? So I�m half stoned, ain�t been to bed yet and my cell rings, bout 5:30 pm yesterday. I was over at Gary�s. �Joey�� Sheri�s really cute when asking me to come in on my nights off, me, I just whimper �again? Tonight? OK.� But she offered me supervisor into management training, and really, the job isn�t bad at all. I did get into a little bit of trouble because of �the fight� that happened the other night. Was overheard saying something about the prep kids should have better things to do than pick on people. I didn�t say the word �prep� or even �rich�, and I wasn�t talking TO the people that had the complaints, who by the way were all alternative looking kids, who SHOULD have agreed with the stuff me and No Teeth were talking about. Anyway, after talking to all of us, we, bossman included, figure they heard me out of context, and shouldn�t have been listening, you can�t complain about something someone says to someone who isn�t you� how can someone be offended by small talk, ya know. And I was bussing tables and scrubbing them down while talking to the guys, so I was most likely pulling one of these �Uh huh�� �oh really?� �Ya don�t say.� And �Yeah�� so maybe I agreed with something not hearing them. I don�t know what the fuck the problem was. Really I couldn�t care, just that they�re wanting to promote me and I don�t need douchebags fucking it up. So anyway, I was spozed to be off Sunday and Monday nights. And then Wednesday for Warped. On Saturday I told bosslady that I�d work Monday, but NOT Sunday. So she put me back on the schedule for Monday and THEN called me in Sunday, with no shower and NO SLEEP. But once I work again tonight I�ll have two days off in a row, and I�m not fucken answering my cell phone. One day off to rest, one day at Warped.

I got packages from Houston today. I got the karaoke machine, my sandals, my red n black Mike McGill skateboarding sneakers, a stuffed bear & my posters. So I have a tiny bit more stuff to my name, all crap like the rest. The shoes will be nice, can probably give my Docs a break from wearing them at work, they�re getting pretty beat up already from walking home with em on. I need to waterproof them again, and until I do that I should stop wearing them. Should. I�m sure I�ll be wearing them to Warped. I don�t know what I�ll be wearing. I know it�s definitely unpunk to plan an outfit to a punk show, ya know? Jeans and a tee. Maybe my spongebob tank and an overshirt. Probably what I�ll wear. Cuz contrary to what you may think, Spongebob is punk : )

Mom�s saying I probably wont get the van, so I need to figure out whose car we�re taking, and hope I don�t get any calls from the flyer I put up at Rossi about vanpooling. She won�t lend me the van cuz of the whole no license thing, but I�m slowly taking care of that. I got two tickets in the mail finally, need to get them paid, and then the other one online, need to find that website. I�m not online now, waiting for Rick to leave.

I think I got a schedule down. I need to come home and SLEEP after work, cuz last night I was asleep by 7am, and feel refreshed, though still sore, a 7 today, after 6 hours. Waking up in the afternoon will give me time to do laundry (FINALLY the washer is fixed) and eat something proper, and have time to wake up and stretch and get a little yoga in. I did some of the routine before passing out this morning. I really was fucking dead, like the breathing dead, the only proof I was alive was the pain I felt. I worked two nights on 3 hours sleep. My body is NOT happy with me at all. Neither is the inner-dialogue voice that�s recently come back to me. I don�t want to get too deep into this, it�s borderline fruitcake territory, but �auto pilot� has taken over, I am only the driver, not the navigator, and it�s nice to have someone other than me in charge. It�s nice. I missed it. I�m expecting to see the Albino any day now, Janet.

I hear lighters sparking, must investigate what�s going on downstairs�.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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