Friday, June 28, 2002
Plummet Forth |12:16 PM|
Saw a terrible movie called
"Robotrix". Christ, it was awful. It was entertaining, but only because I was at the drafthouse with friends. I was there to celebrate Vorpal's birthday, and I thought he'd enjoy a movie about mostly naked killer robots. Luckily, he did, or he was so drunk it didn't matter.
Found out that in order to not pass a drug test due to just being around people that say, smoke pot, you'd have to be stuck in a tiny room with someone who is constantly smoking for around 6 hours. This is according to my father, who read it in a recent medical journal. I hope they're correct, as I don't do any drugs but I know some folks who do. The only reason this is even on my mind is my continuing quest to find a second job. Blockbuster never called back, I'm calling them again today. Mail Boxes ETC is hiring, and it turns out I may be able to get a job during a night shift at Road Runner.
Yeah, I know, that's a REALLY, REALLY bad idea. But, it'd pay much more than any other job. I might just have to bite the fucking bullet and go back. Night shifts, like 10pm until 7am. Then I drink a lot of caffiene and go to my read job. Hmmm, I would be making a fairly large sum of money, and apparently, average number of calls per night is 10. And most of those are from 10pm until 2am. After that it's nap time. This, despite being a horrible idea, is looking better and better.
I still feel like I'm not so much living this life as I am falling through it. Tumbling down the street, clutching at signposts and street lamps, I'm going to hit bottom soon.
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