Done at work again and starting to get sick of smoothies. Bleh.
I hate closing shifts. I really hate people who come into Jamba at 9:50 when we close at 10:00 and then order like 12 smoothies. Seriously. Don't come in that late. It sucks.
It rained today. It's supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. Talk about a contradiction in terms.
I want to go to the beach. I have to write an essay. Plus it rained.
At work today my detail was "Write Santa Maria's Hum Essay." See how this takes over my life? Work and hum...they can't even stay separated anymore.
Tomorrow I've got to call somebody about my jury duty. And I've got to call my sister. It's her birthday, after all. She's sort of old now. Too bad she's not doing anything fancy for her 13th or I would go home. Again.
I've got to go to bed. This is the most disjointed entry I've ever written.
P.S. I can go to a Guardian party Saturday night. Do I go or not? Opinions welcome.
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