Universal Control

Dummmmm deeeee dum.

Headache for days. Gosh. Throb throb throb. Maybe I tied my hair too tight. Maybe I had my contacts in for too long. Maybe it was driving at night with all those damn headlights coming home from work. Maybe it was because kids kept pushing the Stewie buttons. I don't know, but my damn head aches.

So lazy. Work was weird. hah. I had to buy shoes because I left mine up there and I didn't have time to go get them. Guh. And I was so awkward. What the heck is wrong with me? My service wears over time. I got too used to saying nothing. What else...Uhhhh Val is back. Not as bad as I thought it'd be. But I do dread it. Just wanna sit and chill. Work again tomorrow 12-5, then I think coming back here? I want to. I defy logic. That's me. AH, back to trying to sell backstage passes. Blah. I forgot how hard that was because I stopped trying. hah...you know it would be way easier to sell something like charitable. But no one wants to hear about a 25 dollar item on top of their 10 dollar purchase. It just doesn't make much sense. Who comes up with the store logic here...Gosh.

Tis quiet in my house. My parents aren't home so there's no laughter from downstairs (which is where I am). And I'm doing laundry and watching Lifetime, but not because it's a girly movie it's because it's Igby Goes Down. Saturdays, dude. Whoa. Were they always like this? I don't remember, I think they were. I don't mind. I'm too lazy and my head hurts too much to care.

Like this dude came in asking me these really obvious questions like "Okay, do you have Michael Jackson?" DUDE. WE'RE A MUSIC STORE. ARE YOU ACTUALLY ASKING IF WE HAVE THAT. OF COURSE WE DO. And the he asked me to take him to it and he said "Show me the music and I'll show you the money...honey." And I just smiled and walked past him. And stopped smiling.

This headache is making me want to puke though. So I think I'll take some aspirin.