if love is a crime babe,
punish me, i would die for you

Monday
I woke up yesterday at 6:38 AM to a dream, and since I slept at 3:00 AM or so, that means it was sometime after my second REM cycle. I told myself I would remember what I dreamed about, but to misfortunate, I did not. Sucks too because I spent 5 minutes or so thinking about the dream right after I woke up. Maybe it will come back to me again. All I can remember is that it was a bad dream though. I worked from 10:30 AM - 2:30 PM. Lucky me, I drew the high number again in lanes with lane 12. Yay! (sarcasm) Nothing too eventful, Megan stopped by to buy something, and it was nice seeing her again. A woman came in and bought sixty one (61) pairs of shoes and like 8 shirts. That's a lot of shoes! Everything was on clearance. Wholy heck. All those shoes and shirts, it was like two cartfulls of crap. The total came out to like $230 dollars. Four big bags of boxless shoes, ouch. Anyways after that was over with, I left the front lanes, did a few little things, and prepared to leave. Eventually I came home, took a slight nap (if you can even call it that) and basically did nothing but do some spacing out. Oh well. I think I should start blogging earlier because I swear I'm forgetting a lot of good things I want to share.

flaureea (11:08:36 PM): fosho

Moment of silence please for the Lakers's play-by-play man Chick Hearn. What a great guy he was.