I don't think I am ever going to recover from this week.
I am here being assistant manager at the coffee shop on my day off. I have been here for three hours. I will be back at 8am after going out tonight. Very fun.
The wedding was absolutely wonderful. I got to hang out with a lot of very very special people to me. People who made me realize that I need to be doing something with my life to be more like them. Jenorama, you inspire me. Karl and Jes, you were amazing and I want someone to be with me like the two of you are together. All of my former professors, you absolutely make me feel like going back to school and being a professional. It was such a good weekend.
Enough of the good. On to the bad. He fucking ignored me. I was out. Paramedic was out. He pretended like he didn't see me as much as I pretended like I didn't see him. That isn't fair. I'm the one that deserves to pretend not to see him. He needs to see me and be afraid. Piss me off. I was fuming for several minutes last night and had to be calmed down. Now, had I actually been drunk, then I could have approached him. Instead, I am a coward and always will be. I will just fume inside until it gradually goes away on its own instead of actually being resolved.
Tonight is kareoke. I need tonight before the weekend actually begins. I don't know how I am going to manage finding time to sleep. I've said this before and not really meant it, but this time I mean it. I am in charge of the coffee shop starting right now. I am scared. We already have two issues. One involving cups and the other involving turkey. Both are very large issues that I have to figure out without having any answers or alternatives. I'm super nervous.
Anyway, the Postman and I are going to the mall. Sounds like fun doesn't it? I'm not too thrilled.
AND...Today is my mother's birthday to top all the stress off. Lets try to please mother while going crazy. I'm going to break down. But I do have next Tuesday and Wednesday to look forward to. The two nights of plays. One in Kirksville and the other here in St. Louis. If you love me, leave me a comment. I might need it.