catch up

I feel like so much has happened that I need to blog about...yet at the same time I feel like nothing notable needs to be published. I have been SO tired lately. Every time I have an extra 5 minutes, I want to sleep. My eyes are fluttering shut at this very moment. If I take my hands off the keys for 3 seconds, I find it very difficult to key my next thought.

I have yet to quit Ella's. Even though I make little to no money when I work there. I was tempted to say "work" there, like it's a joke that I lift a finger, yet, I work my ass off for the Italian wannabe pizza joint.
Just this past Saturday, I: came in early...who'd have thought I could do such a thing! I made Sangria, which consisted of bringing buckets and buckets of stuff from the back to the bar and measuring out rail booze, juice, and boxed wine. OOOOOH what fun. I then cut sangria fruit. I proceeded to do inventory. Then I restocked and cleaned the bar...ie reorganized it. I then cleaned everything and began to add important information to the bar log. Like a conversation between an honest to goodness stripper, pics from the City Paper. This weekend it was a bunch of cicadas doing each other. I am nodding off my side of the bed. I will write more about my boss leaving Ella's, getting felt up by my "straight" boss, trying to get ghettofied, meeting up with a hick Cure follower at the 9:30 club, the rest is to follow when I wake up.