Today sort of sucked some ass. Mostly because I went to bed at 4am, like I've done for the past week, and I can't deal with it anymore and LITERALLY spent 8 hours bumping into things, tripping over things, dropping things, or hurting myself when flailing appendages at things. I walked into a DVD display and Sexy-John from HT keeled over laughing at me. The most redeeming highlight of the day was leading a customer to the earphones, and being far enough ahead of him, and having R (who was at the end of the aisle) turn towards me at JUST the right time for me to blow him a kiss without anyone else noticing :) I thrive on that kind of stuff. No, we haven't done it anywhere.
Yet.
Tired. Bed.
Readin' Harry Potter 2 and possibly, "Bonheur D'Occassion" soon
Listenin' to Veruca Salt, "Spiderman '79"
Thinkin' about milk and bed. And R.
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