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Good morning everyone. Actually it is a pretty shitty morning for me. My throat is really killing me. I felt perfectly fine yesterday. Now everytime I swallow, it feels like I am attempting to swallow cat litter. Breathing is quite painful. I haven't written in a while, so I decided to tough it out and write. Considering it is an activity I don't use my throat for, I figured, why not? So I have a few updates for you kids. I am tired. That is one. I will tell you why. Well you all know how I said I wasn't able to make it to Nicole's going away party. Well I decided to suck it up and go. I knew I would be exhausted after the fact. But I think I partied more then I intended. But when you work 13 days straight without time for shit, you have to squeeze it in somewhere. I had to close on Friday before I went downtown. So I was at the store until quarter after nine. I didn't get down to Jimmy's until about eleven thirty even though I left right after work. When I got there, people where pretty drunk it seemed. The very moment I arrived, Nicole was standing outside smoking.

No one else was though which I found strange. Smokers travel in packs. I got inside to get warm greeting from Jimmy and Kayla. Hoffman and Scottie where there too. But Scottie didn't show up until I was leaving. But I gretted him on my way out. Jimmy had saved putting on Leftover Crack until I came there. Which was good. Because if there is one thing I can't stand, it is punk rock that isn't Leftover Crack. It was a Gutter Punk Themed Party after all. I had a black shirt on that said "Biker Babe" in glitter on the front. I looked smashing I must say. Nicole gave me a couple shots of rum as soon as I was there. The I got inside and Jimmy gave me some white label Jackson Triggs Shiraz. To which soon after Nicole topped off with rum. Believe it or not, rum and Shiraz was a good mix. I have actually been reccomending it to my customers. I tell them it is the ultimate panty peeler. Seb and Dave showed up later at the party. Dave I think was working and Seb was with some single asian women. SO I can't blame him for being late. He did bring them with him.

But they left to go to a bar to go dancing soon after. Seb and I decided to go where they were. But there ended up being a ten dollar cover. It wasn't worth it since it as around one in the morning. But Seb and I decided we wanted to go to the Comfort Zone and do our own damned dancing. I had to borrow money from Dave. But that went smoothly and fine. We didn't go to Comfort Zone until 3 in the morning. That is when it opened. So we left Jimmy's party at that time. the party had died anyway. Jimmy was locked in his room fucking. Nicole and Mike were leaving because Mike had to work in the morning. So After that, Keith, Seb, and I went into the Comfort Zone. Soon after we were in there we got a couple pills of X. danced our asses off and had an amazing time. Then later on, dropped another pill. Keith gave me a couple bumps of blow off of a key. Nice little pick me up on the dance floor. I took my shirt off soon after I was in there. I have learned that if you dance your ass off at a rave (which I do) you sweat so much it leaves salt stais all over your shirt.

So I didn't want that again. I partied at the rave until 8:50 in the morning. Then I had to leave right away to head to work. I did. Let me tell you. There aren't anytimes of my life that I can think of that I was more tired then working on Saturday. The last two weekends in a row I have lost a whole nights worth of sleep and at the same time have been working and working, so I never truly get to catch up. But it was a fun evening. I am young yet. I can push my body to more extreme limits then I will be able to when I am older. My next day off isn't until this coming Sunday. My last day off wasn't yesterday, but the Sunday before. Quite the long working stretch. I ran the staff meeting yesterday morning. Due to my boss being on vacation and all. It went very well. We just had our evaluation from head office. We got glowing reports. I wasn't expecting anything less due to the fact that we won highest average sale increase in the district. We are teeny tiny stores, and we are rocking the high sales. It was fairly straight-forward. I had to work with them on making new plan-o-grams.

We have a bunch of new wine coming in, so re-arranging the shelves was a chore. You have to make sure brand is with brand and that 1.5 sits with 750. It has to be staggered red, white, red, white. It is more difficult then you would think. But it got done. After doing all that I had to go work an actual shift at the store. So I did until 6:15 in the evening. It was incredibly busy. I made a shitload of money last night. I mean a shitload. But it was good. I got to sell aa lot of good wine. I was also doing a tasting on the brand new release of Naked Grape Pinot Grigio. It is actually pretty good for a white. Now that it is summer I am appreciating whites more. they are very refreshing and relaxing to drink when it is hot out. I had an inquisitive conversation with Jaime last night. I would have talked longer. But I needed to get to bed at a decent hour. I have to open the store this morning. I closed it last night, so I know everythin will be all in tip top shape for me. Monday mornings are the worst. It is so fucking slow and it is hard to occupy yourself.

Hardly anyone is buying alcohol on a monday morning. You should see some of the reactions from customers I get because of my hair. I think it is a culture shock to these mainly rich clientelle. But no one ever insults it to my face or anything. In fact the only thing I get told to my face about my hair, is compliments. I get quite a few of them a day. My regulars especially compliment me. The fact that they already like me due to my always reccomending them good wine I think helps my end. My boss was telling me just before she left that she has gotten many compliments about that "young helpful man" you have working here. Then praised me a bit. Florence knows it embarasses me to give me praise in front of people. So she does it on purpose. I am going to quit writing what has probably turned out into non-sensical babble. But I am tired. My throat feels like it wants to be cut to release that cat litter feeling inside. I hope you all had a lovely weekend, and are having a lovely beginning to your week. Cheers!