  I think I've run out of things to complain about. Gotcha. More accurately, I think I'm at a loss as to what to write about lately. I mean, there's the standard " I did this and that today, took a long hard crap at around three twenty, then had a nap," sort of thing, or there's the "my soul is troubled and i feel that i'm not fully actualized as an individual," or, there's the third option of the Apathetic Online Journal Generator that can be found here: http://brunching.com/journalgenerator.html In the news, today, at the Pizza Palace, we ran out of cheese. I ate poutine, and pizza mama and i had another long, involved conversation that seems to emcompass all our shifts together. We're at the book exchanging stage in our relationship; I lent her "Bitch", and she lent me a number of her criminology books, so I can hold off on getting that library card for a little longer. I cannot express my gratitude enough about the whole workplace deal. I don't feel incompetant there, I feel needed and valued, and I can take satisfaction in working my ass off, and feeding the pizza deprived. Also, the pressure is minimal; I'm in a workplace that values its employees. My feet hurt a lot, and my back is no prize either, but I feel satisfied in what I'm doing. I worry that I will not be satisfied long, but that's still a distant greyish cloud. I dreamt two nights ago that a white horse smiled at me, and we ran away together. A woman on a chesnut horse pursued us, and in a rage, the woman picked up her horse and slammed it into the dirt for not being fast enough to catch us.
My horse and I saved the chesnut though; the white had healing powers. The three of us lived in a field near to the ocean; they ate grass, and I fished. I seem to recall something else about a really strange cult that had taken up residence in our field, but the details are somewhat blurry.
STILL haven't gotten around to cancelling the Royal Bank account. We will, I'm sure, but it doesn't seem that I'm all that conscious during Regular Banking Hours. I feel a little messed on the work schedule; I work from 4pm till whenever they let me go, and I frequently sleep in until about an hour or so before I go to work. I sort of want to be able to go to bed right from work, but not really. I want to hang out with kurt, read, and do other stuff before sleeping. Speaking of sleep, it is 3am. Good night, Good morning, Good afternoon. 
