  didn't get the job. I'm okay with that, though; they told me that they really enjoyed my interview, but they went with someone with more experience.
On friday, it was the nuttiest night so far at the pizza palace. We got bogged down, had only one driver (Kurt), and the orders got up to two hours late. Pizza Mama's head damn near exploded from stress, and, eventually, she gave up the stress in favor of rye and ginger. The rest of the night went smoothly. After our shift was done, kurt and i stuck around for another hour, drinking and talking.
On Saturday, I pulled the Retard Card on Granger; I bailed on before-made boozing plans. I went to bed at 11pm. And such is my life, it seems. When I work, it's work and sleep, when I'm not, it's sleep and hmm, well, more sleep. And, for the last little bit, I've been haunted by my classmates from elementary. It happens periodically; I'll get all pensive, and start thinking about them; reliving the olde memories. To sum up in a word; yick. I didn't have fun in school. I was picked on, and segregated, and very quickly moved on to making myself more segregated, and that didn't help a smooth transition into my teenage years.
developed a nasty chip on my shoulder, and have been trying to flick it off since my third year university. I'm in a funk. Not good funk, like George Clinton, but nasty funk. It doesn't make a lot of sense. Kurt and I are employed, we are pretty much done the first year of Kurt's education, and although we aren't exactly on our feet yet, we are pulling ourselves into a standing position.
Ehh. bedtime. 
