Ah, yes. Another day. I'm closing tonight, and though I'm pretty much dreading it, I think it'll be an okay close. I have two really quick closers behind sandwich, and even though I'm short one person I think we'll be able to handle it. Blah, closing shifts. Means that I get to see Matt about 1 hour, since I'm asleep when he leaves in the morning, and he's asleep/wishing to be asleep when I get home at night. Ah, well.
We had a reinspection yesterday and scored a 93. That's much better.
I'm off tomorrow AND the next day! What am I going to DO with myself for two whole days???
Seems like I had a real reason to write. What was it? Damn, now I've forgotten.
Oh, maybe it was to inform you all that I've officially quit smoking? Yeah...it's been several days now. I got tired of coughing and never being able to breathe, so I broke my last two and threw them in the dumpster. I do miss it. I looked forward to getting off work every day and smoking a cigarette, finally being able to relax. They were an awfully nice accompaniment to beer. But, oh well. I can live without them (no pun intended).
I think I'll go to Coco and read before work. Or, I could stay here and clean before work. Naw, I'll do that tomorrow.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
1 comment:
HaHa! I loved your anti-pun. I'm really glad that you've quit smoking. Now we can be old ladies together longer. Isn't that fantastic news?! Have fun at work!
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