Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I went to the mall with the intent to acquire a haircut, but I chose to avoid veering into the salon, this because I felt too ugly to let anyone touch me. Oh, how I do loathe human contact. Joe Manak once told me that he foresaw I was going to have major problems having sex. I agree. I need to find a talented, handsome young gentleman who can shoot me from across the room.at 9:56 PM
Everyone (except the manager) working in the kitchen this evening was in some stage of drunkeness. Andy (a fellow who has been working at Fuddruckers for two years) brought his glass over, shook it, and leaned over the counter with a wink and a leery grin: 'This has more than Hi-C in it!' Then he came over into the bakery area to help me close. I appreciated his sweeping the floor, but he never ceased babbling at me about the joys of consuming alcoholic beverages on a regular basis. I never babble... (April laughs aloud here)
I cut my right index finger two (2) times today: once at work on a mop (it attacked; I could do nothing) and again a moment ago, the last time with an inspirational Maya Angelou wedding card that I purchased for The Father and The Fiancee. That violent Maya Angelou... she's breaking down American society as we all understand and adore it.
Not that I've been babbling, but I discover I cannot lay me down to rest as a result of the two glasses of Coca-Cola I consumed ("imbibed") during my shift. Tomorrow morning I arise bright and chipper as a rabid squirrel to open the bakery. Rolling the bread dough is the most arduous, time-consuming task. I dread it.
Shake mix splattered and dried into my arm hair. I made this observation just now. I suppose I ought to wash it off.
