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Today was pretty good, at least initially. I didn't work until 1, didn't have to deal with any douchebags named Jeff. Then I had a 16 oz Red Bull, and started to feel all cracked out as the night winded down. Then at the very end of the night, Kris told me to seriously finish the bottle of Jack, and I was like, "Okay, but it's your funeral," and I had to clock out by a certain point because I was sure I would break something. Actually, I think I dented a metal bowl. Anyway, Kris came back into the kitchen when I was sitting on the rice box all drunk, and he laughed like an ass. Mallorie invited me to Lakanuki but I considered it, and decided that it would not be a good idea to get even more fucked up. I really wanted to go, but yeah. Sage was in the women's bathroom for some reason.

I went home and Omary and Brittanie came back at the same time, and we were talking and Christine told us to shut up so many times. I am over that; if she wears like earplugs or listens to music or something or basically, makes any kind of effort to drown out the noise I'd be a little more sympathetic but really. Idgaf.

Tomorrow is another day off. I guess Brittanie wants to go to my work for lunch. Okay then. I think I live there.