Also, the same cashier that asked me what she should get her boyfriend for Christmas asked me what to get him for Valentine's Day. My first instinct was, of course, to say "How the hell should I know?", but instead I told her to get a DVD. Which was the same answer I gave her before Christmas. Yes. I cannot do other people's shopping for them.

They did actually convince me to go in to work tomorrow 9:15-5:15. Joy. So now do I spend five of the last eight dollars to my name on cab fare, or do I take the early bus to the stupid little mally-mall? It's a lose-lose situation. I wanted to be charitable and spend that money on my pal Mr. Fleischmann. 'Tis a worthy cause. Yes.

Well, as much as I hate to end this discussion of the never-ending thrill ride that is my life, perchance it is nigh unto bedtime. Tomorrow is another day, another lunch hour spent reading Kerouac and munching on a bologna sandwich, and another hour spent in the terror that is Shoetopia. All of this, and more, as the world turns....

Maybe I'll throw some granny panties at someone tomorrow to break up the monotony. Yes. I think that would be fun.

Goodnight! :)

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