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so i can't sleep. i just smoked half of the bowl i saved for before work tomorrow, so i should be good in a few minutes. i'm drinking some old ass iced tea from three days ago. i went on a high ride with doug, the new cook at work. he's neat, and not a dirty old man. he makes great munchie food. i really love work, and i don't even mind school. i get my license very, very soon, for real this time. i miss shae. and home. i miss chloe, too. i want a puppy real bad. ricky's home from the marines, and he hasn't changed in the slightest, save for physically. whatever. i don't give a fuck. except he killed the starter motor on my fucking car. rawrawrawr. erica gave me office space, labyrinth, and detroit rock city. too bad i don't have time to watch movies. i've been feeling led zepplin and devendra banhart lately. i don't make enough money for how much i work. joe's gonna leave me to harry, chad, and doug's devices. i don't care. i don't care about anything except for how warm the air is when i wake up, and if my customers have enough coffee. it's really quite nice.