ERICA. 9000 PENISES. GO!

Oh, brother.

( Running on two hours, somehow. )

LOL BRAIN WTF

So, weird dreams I had just now.

( The first one. )

( The second one, which is actually the first one, but less fresh in my mind. )

The end. I spent forty-five minutes writing this shit up and I'm gonna be late for work yet again. :3 (I'm happy that I remembered my dream this time. It's been a while since I have. I know I've had snippets that fizzled when I woke, but I'm happy for remembering today.)

Unfortunately....

Today was not as ichiP!ful as the past two days have been. By comparison, it sucked. XD (PS here are some pictures of us from yesterday. Michele's not in them because she was changing at the time. D:)

I got home last night, slept, woke up, and went to work. I got home about an hour ago, and I'm about to go back to sleep.

Work was interesting; I got some framing done, but not completed. I had an order with plexi, and Sandy cut it for me, but it was a hair too large. John tried trimming it, but cracked it instead, so I just dry mounted the posters, took an order, and called it a day.

I started working on returns -- of which we had assloads -- but I couldn't get anywhere without people bothering me. It seemed as though I was the only one on the floor, and I very probably was. But then I started working the sticker aisle with Bobby, which was immense fun. It's hard not to love him.

I learned that Nathaly is seventeen. I thought she was about twenty-one. I felt old. D:

First time closing with Tina, and she's like Evie--

HEY. YOU DIDN'T VISIT ME LAST WEEK. D:

--in that I feel like I WANT to work hard for her. She's good people, Tina.

I had candy and a soda. SUGAR IS AWESOME.

Yeah, I'm still all over the place. I think I should get to sleep NOW so I'm well-rested and calmed for tomorrow. INTERVIEW. WISH ME LUCK!