One last thing before bed.
Could work get more boring? I hate cashiering. The only time it’s fun is when I’m a USCAN, because most of the people who use it are retarded and can’t figure it out. No one was that stupid today, I was disappointed in all of them.
I talked to Zach over text for a little bit after work, drank a little bit and watched some weird movie. Pretty lame night if you ask me. I’d rather he were here, and I was over at his house drinking and playing stupid games, watching idiodic TV shows, and staying up late talking about everything.
Tomorrow is the Dry Heat Comedy Show. It’ll be nice to get out of the house and not be at work. I hate that Zach isn’t here to go with me. So instead, my brother Travis is going with me. Which is better than having to go alone and ride with my aunt and uncle like last year. Should be a good show. Bill Engvall is going to be there, and so is Dillion Dixon. He’s a song writer/country singer. He’s really good. He and my parents are pretty good friends now that they’ve been helping out at the Dry Heat over the psat ew years and he’s been there, so he agreed to sing at their wedding in November, I thought that was really sweet of him!
Anyway, it’s late, and I’m quite tired.
