napoleonherself | Blarg I am dead

I had a dream last night where this guy was totally hitting on me. He was cute, too -- shaggy mid-brown hair, glasses, general geekish air (this could be a description of

xidus, except if I could describe dreamperson better it would become evident that it isn't). It was nice. I have never in my life had anyone indicate interest in me without having been one of the people that were my friends through the magic box on my desk. Or without having been some lame AOL idjit who thought two minutes of conversation was enough to start a relationship on, but. We'll ignore the idjits for now.

I am eating incredibly tasty yogurt.

My feet still hurt a large amount from my nine-hour stint yesterday -- in fact, when I got up from ze bed, I actually fell back onto it because at first said feet refused to support me. Blarg. It wouldn't be so bad if one of my mutant toes (the next-to-pinky toes on both of my feet are oddly bent so they go halfway underneath the middle toes) didn't have a big, throbbing blister. The other one is blistered too, but at least it had the decency to form a callus over the blister so I can walk on it.

It scares me that there appears to be no limit to the possible length of a Menard's shift -- last night John casually talked about a ten-hour shift as if it was nothing unusual. And I don't think we get overtime for hours past eight, either. I didn't even know that was legal. Plainly I have been sheltered.

I can't think of anything else to post now, even though I know there's lots and I should say more things about what I've done at work, but blarg. Lazy and forgetful. I did sell a $140 mailbox and a $160 porch bench swing thing yesterday, though, that was fun. And a $60 doorknob/deadbolt set. And some other stuff. I was a sellin' machine, if you overlook the bit where I didn't even make a fifth of my projected sales goal thing. Ah well.

And I'm wondering why everyone wants the big metal shepherd's hook decorational things. Is there some point to them that I just don't get? "Look, a giant metal shepherd's hook is stuck in my lawn! I am so cool!" Eh.

K, now I'm done.

[Edit] Dude, I start way too many paragraphs with dashy sentences. And NOW I'm done.