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Aye, aye, aye, Rangers!



I woke up groggy this morning, kudos to the night of hard liquor and sleeping pills (just kidding and the first part of that night). Nothing too terrible, but enough to derail me for the next few hours. I got to work at 5:43 AM and got to stand around in the cold and the cold wind coming from the neighborly north, or some random-ass direction. Got in, clocked in, and worked. Got off at 10:30. Very much sweet, that last part. Got to take my mom's car in exchange I pick up her pooch, Bruno. Not a bad trade. I don't mind the ankle biter.



I got home and watched Step Brothers, which was funny. I loved the teabagging of the drumset scene (don't worry, I didn't spoil the plot which involves Will Ferrell fucking a manatee). But then I started to feel kinda shitty. Headache started to set in...again. Same as it had been last night before I went to bed. Shrugged it off and took off to get my schedule.



Now, before I mention the schedule, I had requested to have this Saturday off THREE weeks ago. No other cashier has requested it off. I needed it off so that I may take my three SAT Subject tests (US History, Literature, and Math Level 1). Important day and could alter the outcome of the next year. So they scheduled me to come in to open! I have to tell them that I wanted that day off and that I won't be able to come in. Yay for having to find new ways to cut my hours (which is essentially what I am doing without wanting to do it).



Now I'm at the library, sitting next to three ghettofabulous kids who will not shut their goddamn mouths and are irritating me to the point where I want to smack them around with a large trout. Or just get a crack whore to rub her herpes infested body on them and then give them a giant laxative so that they'll run around like little children with loose bowel control. The last part would be pretty funny.



So how're you guys?