Journal Jediman1138's Journal: That Sort of Sinking Feeling 7
is in my stomach right now. Tonight didn't end the way it should have, but that's ok. Certain pre-requisites weren't met. I'm not sad or anything, but there were some more things that should've been exchanged and discussed tonight.
Bah.
On to good news! I only work 13 hours this weekend, and I get Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday off! Fuck yeah! Scheduling glitches kick ass. I got my first real paycheck tonight, too. $294, bitches. I'm gonna spend a grande amount of it tomorrow at Celebration III.
Fuck, I'm so excited. Jake's dad was a fucking asshole and decided to not let him go because he can't afford to miss one god-damned baseball practice. What kind of shit is that? Bastard. Jennifer's going, though, so it'll be nice. Ha, I can't believe she's actually writing about it for the newspaper. Crazy.
Well, I'm off to over analyze things as I always do. Either that or sleep; perhaps a premium blend of the two, served lightly chilled and with lemon.
I'm weird.
Goodnight, I love you all.
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Kira, call me if I don't call you! I'm a forgetful bastard.
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I am back. I am tired.
More to come later.
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