That's the riff to the song, by the way. Eileen is about to embark in a conversation with Meliss. really really hot, the weather is RIDICULOUS listening to The Hives [favourites]. thinking about the week ahead. regretting not getting off to see the Klaxons. wearing polyester blend pants thinking about Tom. wishing she could add "her boyfriend" to the above statement. sick of thinking about Tom sick of thinking about things in general, really missing people from uni already wishing that she could get one of Lauren's massages really REALLY wishing oh man I want a massage. Today was about 35 degrees calcius which, normally, poses no real problem to me. HOWEVER. I was stuck in stupid Caribbean Gardens where I will be every Sunday for the rest of my life cooking greasy fried food for dumb fat people who weren't working. I didn't even try. Anna asked me how my other job was, I told her about the 5-day-in-a-row deal I have going next week. She told me I couldn't let her down on next Sunday. Arghhhh. Apparently heaps of people quit! This really gets on my nerves because until Anna gets new staff and they're all trained and everything, I can't leave. And I've been wanting to leave since March. Sucks. I think I need to go find my nurofen and dose up, although, I have a feeling I ran out. Please please please let my father bring me home some raspberries!