Weekend

I worked from midnight to 7am on Friday night. I was okay, until about 3am when I got pretty groggy. By 6 I was kind of pacing around the store (think Apu when he worked for 3 days straight). I fell asleep on the ground at 6:30 and woke up at 6:50 when my manager asked if I wanted her to drive me home. By that time, Felix was already on his way into work, so I said don't bother.

Everyone was getting freaked out by me. Apparently I looked a lot like shit? Nice one, co-workers.

Work is all sorts of fun at the moment. On the 4th of August we're going assailing and then doing a mud-run? There will be about 4 of us doing this, since no one joined the social club. I don't really know how we'll be paying for it if we joined last week and we're only paying $2 a week.

August is the time, eh? My birthday is on September the second, so August is a big preparation month for the most important day of the year. After August comes Gabriella month in which everyone celebrates the birth of Gabriella. For a month. I am no for kidding, this is how I roll.

Big E just called and said "want to come over on August 1st?" NO. Fuck. This is exactly what he's like. It doesn't matter that I have a job and need to give at *least* 2 weeks notice before jetsetting around the world. No, that doesn't matter, because he wants it to happen NOW.

I'm so angry at the man, even though he offered to pay my way. *Glee*.

Beef stir-fry for dinner tonight. I'm looking forward to the noodles... Let's see how this works out.