October Sunday

I wrote this last night:

Awakened feelings of thought provoking dealings

A chance of fate or a fated chance of meeting

Does the reason matter in the larger scale of reasoning

I'm eating mac and cheese of the kraft variety. The -only- variety in my humble opinion. You can't ruin mac noodles by smothering them in velveeta or some other creamy cheese. You must lightly bathe them in cheaply processed yellow powdered cheese and then add a spoonful of ketchup. This all amounts to a tiny taste of heaven. Don't take my word for it though, try it yourself. I accept donations of all kinds for my inspired words of wisdom.

Work has been steadily decreasing. I think we had a total of 15 tables tonight. Bad news. With the economy and the cooler weather, who can be blamed though? I was a hostess tonight. This basically amounted to me getting paid to sit at the bar and read Mrs. Lackey's newest Valdemar book. I was so in to it that I would have to hold back growls of frustration every time the doors opened. It was a struggle, but I did it. Thankfully the doors didn't open that many times. I didn't just read, though, please. What kind of employee do you take me for? I was drawing too. I'm working on this project of mine and it's slow going, but I really enjoy working on it. For once I'm not really sure how it's going to turn out. A bit of an experiment if you will.  But I didn't just draw either, no no no, I helped the bartender invent new drinks!! 

We perfected iced coffee's I think. I also think that I have ingested enough coffee, whip cream, and chocolate syrup to power a small nation for at least 4 days. 

A fellow server by the name of Paul gave me an Indian Burn tonight. It was hilarious because no one knows how sensitive my skin is (how would they, I don't have it tattooed on my forehead or anything). Anyway, his reaction was hilarious because my arm swelled up, turned bright red, and even a few hives or whelps or whatever you call 'em put in an appearance. After that I wrote hello on my forearm with my fingernail and freaked them all out. Just wait until they find out I can bend my thumb all the way back. I'm considering a career in the circus if this derm. place doesn't pan out.