i fell asleep to alien soundscapes on 88.5 last night. i turned it on and laid down. shortly thereafter i was all breath and no thoughts, in my head and completely relaxed. i fell asleep a lot quicker than i have the past few days. i woke up to my alarm and some kind of soft country music. back to sleep. woke up at noon to my dad outside my window telling me to move my car and npr. i'd been dreaming about npr and a fortress like sunshine playground. the fortress with the sliding trap door when you jump on the crack in the ground and the room with clothes and climb all around and jump and run and slide down poles. i wish i could remember it all together. i like that a lot better than whatever it was two other days. i dreamt it stole the picture off my east of suez record and it ripped my d&d book up. little troublemaker.

angie showed up at work yesterday. she sat down and had a club sandwich on rye toast and i did not much outside of talking to her. we were that slow. she went to my house to see my dad while i finished working. instead of sitting around wondering what the fuck to do, we went to see anger management. it was a good movie to laugh at. adam sandler movies tend to be fairly predictable in plot, but i don't suppose that has much to do with it being funny. it's timing, really. moviemoviemovie, after that, we watched spirited away. i think i've watched that movie almost every night this past week. at this point, i'm sure i've grown emotionally attatched to it. then she went home and i turned out the light and turned on the radio to go to sleep.

jewel is an idiot.

the past few days i haven't been eating much. i've been drinking more water than anything, and i've got this piece of cheese and some ritz crackers lying here unfinished if anyone would like it. monday i had spaghetti. but other than that. it's been. potato salad french fries cheese bread some chocolate things and last night i had nachos. i did eat a bagel at some point. wow. i am a 20 year old girlthing. this isn't on purpose either, mind you. i just don't feel like it. maybe it's the heat. maybe it's the water. i'm drinking wild cherry pepsi now and it makes my mouth feel all dry. pucker up. like vodka and cranberry. :x

:x times 2 = shh. my name is not on the schedule for sunday. shh. she does not work today. i do not work tomorrow. if i can manage to work in that place for four hours on saturday and not speak to her and just forget to look at the schedule anytime between now and then to see if there were any changes and not be home sunday morning or just not answer the phone, THEN MAYBE *wheeze* i might just have sunday off. yeah, see. sunday off. that doesn't make any sense. she told me i'm not allowed to have any more weekends off, especially not sunday. she's fucking with me. yeah. i see your games, woman. that's fine.

i called a data entry number and it is eight an hour temporary to permenant so i will go register with this agency tomorrow. i called joann (no, not just fabrics, it will be a huge massive creativity complex or someshit) and left my name and number. i thought about calling the flight attendant number and easily refrained from the sixteen dollars an hour offer for 'chatting with guys from all across the country'. however, i did try to call kindercare, but it was busy. i will be calling back.

blabla. two eighteen. i've taken a shower. i'm obviously done with jobcalling for the day as i've been sitting here for half an hour already. two nineteen and i've got to be to work at four. get ready at three twentyfive. so i've got an hour. one hour. one hour. this is my least appreciated time of the day. one hour. one hour. DO something.