It's 8:25pm and I'm at work. It wouldn't be so bad if it felt like there was a good reason to be here. The last patron left five minutes after I got here at 6:30. So here I sit. Yawn.
I just spent the last hour finishing Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut. I'm a fan.
After I leave here (at 9) I have to go to the grocery store. If they don't have the yogurt I want again today I think I might have to trash the place.
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