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Between shifts.
Tomorrow's a day off. If I were on my way home, back to my comfortable room and my pleasantly warm bed, I'd be happy. More accurately, I'd probably be dozing on the subway about now. But nooooooo. I had to be an idiot and ask for two doubles in three days. -_-; I realize this is all my fault, but I really just want to go home. Sanrio's making me feel lazy and deenergized.
(Everyone knows now, except for Lijuan. She's really not gonna care.)
On top of the listlessness, I just have a little hunch that I'm not going to get trained today at GameStop. My shift starts in forty-five minutes, so we'll see. But yeah. Being the cleaning lady yet again -- in shoes I still haven't completely broken in -- isn't going to be fun.
There's really not much for me to say, but I feel the need to keep typing just to have something to do. It's times like this that I wished I typed slower so I could prolong this activity, but alas. I've been cursed with a slight addiction to the internet and an ability to type relatively quickly.
....and even now, I've bored myself.
head
hit
keyboard
(Everyone knows now, except for Lijuan. She's really not gonna care.)
On top of the listlessness, I just have a little hunch that I'm not going to get trained today at GameStop. My shift starts in forty-five minutes, so we'll see. But yeah. Being the cleaning lady yet again -- in shoes I still haven't completely broken in -- isn't going to be fun.
There's really not much for me to say, but I feel the need to keep typing just to have something to do. It's times like this that I wished I typed slower so I could prolong this activity, but alas. I've been cursed with a slight addiction to the internet and an ability to type relatively quickly.
....and even now, I've bored myself.
head
hit
keyboard