So please, baby, please open your heart and catch my disease.
My week consists of four ten-and-a-half hour shifts in a row. BAD IDEA. Well, as long as I stay at the back counter I can sings along to oldies well out of my voacl range as loudly as I want without offending the customers. My car needs massive repairs on top of fixing a parking lot hit-and-run battle scar that had nothing to do with my fault. Leaving me close to flat broke. I'm stressed and I'm getting sick again and apparently allergic to sulfa. No NYC. Boo. This summer will either be epic or a drag - we'll see. Hoping for the former... obviously. But it will include that NYC trip that we've been trying to make for more than a year. And I'm trying to save money, but I'm too tired/rushed in the AM to make coffee or lunch. China Lantern has THE worst/cheapest takeout on the face of this earth (note). Dowload The Shins' new CD - it leaked onto Limewire. I have some ridiculously cheap Seven jeans coming my way. I've been socially deprived for almost a week due to busy-ness/sleep needs. Zennnnn. After tomorrow, I'm free. Kind of.
I'm excited about going back, but.