So...taxes are done. $150 dollars in my pocket. Yay. Going shopping for shoes Saturday. Mine are falling apart. Both pairs. Work is blah. We have inventory Sunday night, so I'm going to work from 6:00 to 2:30 am. Then to Starbucks two and a half hours later. Grrrr. Probably spend it at Denny's, drinking coffee. Then I'm gonna sleep all day Monday.

Some good work news though. There's a new B+N opening in Wylie in October. They'll have a cafe, and will need a cafe manager. I might get the job. Which would mean a significant increase in pay. Which would mean I could work one job. Which would be awesome.

Had a dream last night (or really, this morning); not good. Well, good but not. In a park, or something. Near a schoolish place. Or maybe a park office. Someplace that had kind of a medical facility on-site. Not very big. So I'm in it, and in line behind someone, and all of a sudden I notice it's her. So I try to sneak off, but she turns around and notices me. She has the kids. And she's nice to me. She's never nice to me. And I woke up, and I was so sad that it wasn't real that I almost wanted to cry. Sigh.

Recently introduced to Squee, and the brilliance of Jhonen Vasquez. Much hilarity. Reading Johnny the Homicidal Maniac now. Also hilarity.

Going to work early tomorrow. Going to bed. Blah.

"It's alright, cause there's beauty in the breakdown." - Frou Frou

Ash