A Swell Week
Tuesday wasn't too spectacular. Oh, well. Work was all right. It sure is work, though. Meaning it's not easy. I gotta make sure all the coffee is always filled, and the condiments are in place, and the tables clean, and the trays, and the garbages aren't full, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. All of which is hard to keep track of at the busiest Panera in the nation. The paper writing was boring and I procrastinated and didn't work out. Gregaissance took a hit. That night, though, talked to the little red haired girl, who will hereby be referred to as Libby* (names have been changed to keep my secret should she ever read this, ha ha ha...boy, I'm a fag). Wednesday I went to all classes, had lunch with Libby and co. again, was a hit, but not as much, scored well (I think) on a Finite Math quiz, and worked out like a fiend in the evening. Today (Thursday), I worked my ass off at Panera, passed out again, didn't work out again, felt real guilty. Vlad came by, he's feeling down, so I did my best to cheer him. I hope he's all right. Life's been especially rough on that guy. Which is probably why he's turned out so well, though. Then, the weirdest thing happened. I suggested me and Libby just go out someplace--anyplace--at around midnight and she agreed. We ended up at Wal-mart. I thought it went very well, but I dunno if she saw it as date-like or not. Ugh. I really, really, really hope so. Well, let's see what tomorrow brings.