Monday, April 18, 2005
On We Go
It is Monday night at 1:23 a.m.
I can't think, not to mention write or remember.
I just got off an eight hour shift at the pizza joint in which the only break I had lasted 3 minutes.
I sweat my ass off for 8 hours making zabbas, having to stop mid-pizza on several occassions to wipe sweat from my brow so it would not end up in your dinner.
I want to write my weekend re-cap, which could turn into the screenplay for a major motion picture, but I can't even read Jesse's, let alone do my own. It will come tomorrow, hopefully.
Take care, kids.
Take a nap today; it's good for you.
Until Then.
I can't think, not to mention write or remember.
I just got off an eight hour shift at the pizza joint in which the only break I had lasted 3 minutes.
I sweat my ass off for 8 hours making zabbas, having to stop mid-pizza on several occassions to wipe sweat from my brow so it would not end up in your dinner.
I want to write my weekend re-cap, which could turn into the screenplay for a major motion picture, but I can't even read Jesse's, let alone do my own. It will come tomorrow, hopefully.
Take care, kids.
Take a nap today; it's good for you.
Until Then.
