Feeds:Thursday, seconds week of summer break
"They're kidneys of everlasting love and eyeballs of affection." -Neha, 11/10/2003
I write this at work, on my little order pad with my little order pen. There is no one in the resteraunt but Victor the cook and me. It's just past the point at which the dead time usually ends. I have nothing left of my duties to do, and I'm quite bored. I contemplated writing to Leah, but a letter just went out to her already in today's mail.
"I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
Living out of a trunk in my brother's room is already getting old. Maybe I shouldn't have come home this summer after all; it seems like I'm buying most of my own food here anyway.
I should remind myself that HS and Shaina are not my only friends still in town. I should check on Lisa, and Sophie, and find out where Erin is. I should get in touch with Shavon, too, although with her wedding only a month away, I'm sure she's crazy busy.
I ran into Shorty at the Underground on Sunday. She seemed to be doing well. Apparantly, her (other) family moved to Iowa, but only just over the border. I need to make sure to go back to the Underground at least a few more times this summer.
I don't like wearing a nametag, especially one that has my real name on it. And I can't get one that says 'Victor', because that's the name of the cook who does most of the overnights with me. 'Nemo' wouldn't fly, I don't think. So I'll just try to get away with not wearing one.
Goodness only knows how I'll get this post to a computer with internet access. I guess I'll either type it up at the public library or I'll wait until such a computer arrives at my parents' house. Bah.
I made a pot of coffee thinking, "People will be in soon, and they'll want coffee." It'll go bad here in a couple minutes.
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