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I had to work yesterday. Yes, Independence Day. And while I have a lot of beef with the people running this country (and with some of the idiots living here), I have no problem taking a collective day off to (hopefully) remember how things got started here, and maybe where we started going wrong. So, why does a porn store open later than usual on July 4th but close normally (i.e. midnight)? 'Cause they're greedy bastards, that's why, and I'm the only non full-time employee that they don't have to give holiday pay to for working. Regardless, I closed the store as the fireworks started so Rhea and I could both go see the Waltham display, and I was a jerk to all the dicks that came in that night.
Rhea and I singed our lease today, and got a second view of the apartment plus an introduction to our new landlord. We can't wait to move in. I forgot my camera, but I still need to unload all the pictures from the Cape before I take any more.
Nothing else is really going on, I guess. Band stuff, work stuff, wishing we were moving already stuff. Oh, and Rhea made some excellent banana pudding last night. It was so good, you just say "Awesome."
Rhea and I singed our lease today, and got a second view of the apartment plus an introduction to our new landlord. We can't wait to move in. I forgot my camera, but I still need to unload all the pictures from the Cape before I take any more.
Nothing else is really going on, I guess. Band stuff, work stuff, wishing we were moving already stuff. Oh, and Rhea made some excellent banana pudding last night. It was so good, you just say "Awesome."