I think the two hour "break" actually makes it worse. I can't really relax, because I know I have to go back. I spend two hours trying to read and smoke as many cigarettes as possible, but I'm always looking at the clock. T minus 112 minutes and counting...

Apparently, they're hiring someone to work part time. This is a good thing, but I can't help worrying that the new person is going to take enough hours to bump me down to part time too. I'm going to feel really foolish if I realize in a month that I actually would have made more money at my dream job in the bookstore.

So very tired... I'm actually debating going to bed. It's only 10:30. But I've gotta be up by six, to be back to work by seven.

I'm wearing my Skaven shirt. I vowed last night that this t-shirt and my work clothes would be the only things I wore all weekend. It sounds nasty, wearing one shirt for an entire weekend, but think about it. I sleep nekkid, so I'm only wearing the Skaven shirt for like two hours at a time. In three days, I may put 10 hours of wear into it. The Skaven shirt is actually far less vile than my work clothes.

I wonder what would happen if I wore it to work tomorrow. It says "Skaven Bloodthirsters from the Planet Motherfucker!" There's a picture of a ravenous looking ratlike creature with a suspicious trouser bulge carrying a club and a bigass knife. Hi my name is Ana, and I'll be your server today...

I must be tired. That mental picture amuses me far too much.

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