Currently in a comfy food coma. A warm bubble of happy in my tummy. Amanda, Robin and I went grocery shopping at midnight and when we finished putting away the groceries I went off. Nothing of real nutritional value. Quite the opposite actually. Chicken noodle soup. Pumpkin pie. Chips. I ate stylized fat and I'm proud to say it. It was delicious.
Work was a little interesting. 1-6. I was asked to stay till 9 and at first I said yeah. But then like a half hour later I remembered that I needed to do things after work that occurred before 9. SO I said my bad I cannot stay. They gave me some 'tude but I didn't care. Then my general manager had something to say. Tired of hearing shit about his I gave her some 'tude. SO I might lose some hours this next week. Oh well. Just one week. As long as I can pay 200 bucks in rent. The manager has been known to do this whenever she's mad at an employee. She will get over it. I'm not gonna kiss her ass but I will be a good, quiet, respectful worker and she'll get over her hissy fit soon.
Me and Ashley texted for a little while. A decent conversation. I'm not gonna try and figure this shit out anymore. She said she worries about me. Huh?
So I'm relaxing. Full belly. Writing. Listening to Joe Derosa on Pandora. Gonna get a solid 6 hours of sleep in. I'm feeling okay.
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