  Last shift at the pizza place was last night. 11 hours. Will not be missing those. Even if it's a good night - and it's Friday, and it's drunks, so, never that good - it's 11 fricken hours.
Could barely drag my ass in and out of the shower. Drank some brazilian beer, it's like Corona, and 4.5%, very pleasant. Nothing overly exciting happened in said shift, we were semi-busy, and, we all took quality time at various points in the evening to either stand in front of the fridge, or sit next to the air conditioner. Today is sleepy time. Kurt finally managed to fall asleep around 11am today; I was doing better, i fell asleep around 8. He's doing better now, the jerkface is still asleep, and I feel like the newly-animated dead. It's sad how jealous a person can get of a loved one. I am deeply resentful of the fact that Kurt can fall asleep and stay asleep anywhere, any time, any position. When he moaned and wailed about being exhausted and not being able to sleep despite, I welcomed him to my world, and smirked.
(HA! See how you like it, punk! ) Start blueberry picking monday, at 8am. Should be a healthy adjustment to my schedule, if I don't die in the re-adjustment period. The job lasts about three weeks, and we're guarenteed fifty bucks a day, which will be all right for the bills and so on. I saw that bakery job posted again on the job bank website, and I'm going to apply for it again; maybe third time really is the charm.
Solace may never believe me, but I miss those early mornings from the golfcourse. An added bonus would be that with a bakery setting, I wouldn't have to mow greens. And, with ose hours, I wouldn't have to talk to people. An ideal setting, I think. Send me happy thoughts; if i get the job, I'll make you cookies! 
