So I went for a run and I'm satisfied. Know what? Today ROCKS! I woke up way early, so I could help one of my best friends move, chilled with Matt and Rob, because of that, rocked Eric at Geetar Hero 3(pwned face), then came home. I would have done it for free, but they hooked it up with a hashbrown, orange juice, coke in a can, a real disgusting 80 year old sprite that I enjoyed, and dominoes! Delicious! Plus 25 bucks! YAY! So I get home and go for a run. Anyone who knows me knows I hate the heat, like I'm disgusted by heat and humidity. So it was boomin hot, like insane, and I ran. My body did better then my last run, but it was in worse conditions. That was cool, but it still didn't make the heat tolerable. I was so outta water when I got home, that I was dry, not sweaty. So I gulp down a bottle, and BAM! Suddenly I'm drenched with sweat. I love that. Then to top it off, I get an e-mail from Roger! I fucking miss that guy. He remembers I'm alive yeah! CHUH! He sent me a link with the new Girl Talk download on it. If you don't know who GT is, you don't know shit! Its some dude or group of guys who mix a shit ton of songs, from a shit ton of genres, to make summin sick. Right now it has some lyrics, wild wild west "woooo", and flashing lights beat. Sick. It changes so frequently too. Like ten or more songs per song. Its awesome. http://74.124.198.47/illegal-art.net/__girl__talk___feed__the__anima.ls___/ Check it. You can donate any amount, an dif you decide its $0.00, thats fine, they'll just ask you why. GT rocks. Today might get worse, or better. I could get a fatty tip with a good night, or work could blow, and get crappy tips. Or a mixture of the two. I hope I don't get yelled at for my stubble. I am not ready to shave yet. Then after me and Jordan get off work, we are meeting at my house. We should be done about the same time. So today could end great, or as an average, but either way, theres a cherry on top. Pce. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EDIT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I worked my ass off for the most busy shift ever. Three busboys was barely enough. My feet hurt and still hurt so fuckin bad, its unbearable. I might go to sleep just so it will stop. BUT, I made 70 dollars in tips and 69 dollar paycheck, and the 24 from earlier. So yay. Night.