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necrojustice, you fat bastard! (I would've said it to his face, but Christy would've bitched.) You came in the place right in the middle of a rush. If I'd have known which order was yours, I would've pawed off into it. Nah, I probably would've just wrapped it in all 6 different wrappers at my paws and maybe also put it in a filet box (wrapping the box, too, of course). Had you hung around for a bit, I could've walked out there and talked with you.

Tonight was rather decent, except for the occasional rush or the slow steadiness of some orders. Early on, my wrist was sore, so I laid towels ("Rags," I say, but no, "They're towels," they yell) on the heated table to make for a nice bit of heat for my wrist. If it weren't so awkward, I'd have warmed one up and tied it to my wrist for a bit.

It also looks like we'll have a killer set of closers all week (or all week while I'm there). Me, Reta, and Jeff. Nick would be the ideal manager for close, but Kim's also good. I think Christy might be closing tomorrow, but eh. I'd love to see how well Angie does closing solo. She lets us goof off and stuff, but everyone also does what she tells them to when she says to.

Anyway, Friday needs to get here. Payday and my first day off since Wednesday!

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Mice eat birds

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Well...money isn't going to be as tight as I thought, so MFM looks like a very real possibility.

I just need to find someone to room with.