July 3

345a:               Feeling all sorts of beat up earlier. My body is taking its time adjusting to day sleeping. But I took the speed before work more just for fun. It was one of the pills I stole from Betsy, the good ones.

It came on just as I slid my till shit and I felt just fine. Jumpy. Hyper. Just fine. I still feel pretty good now, only I've begun to worry if I didn't gof something earlier while in the grips of the drug. I don't think I did, but who knows. Probably best not to worry. Probably just nickel and dime stuff.

Otherwise it's been an uneventful night, which is the way I like it. I'm not thrilled to go up to the Triange tomorrow and all of next week. Creepy dudes, rentals, making endless change and more interaction with the cleaners. I like being quiet and anitsocial in my little corner here. Maybe I'll say something to Melissa.

"Remember your training and you WILL make it back alive."

"Do I look like a fucking people person?"

"Love."

"Curious balancing."

(starred) "I'm a scream, I work at night."

(starred) "Where oh where can my baby be?"

445a: I am a long, strange and sensual man. I wear ape suits on weekends and fight rush hour once a day. WHO AM I?

550a: "I can only hope...botulism..."

The heavy rain is making me worry about my car and room windows. I would hate to go home to a wet bed and would just feel lousy if I soaked my car (again). Not to mention riding home in the rain probably won't be too much fun. No need to worry about that yet. Still three and a half hours to go. Yum. Nothing's happnin tonite. I wish I was reading something more exciting than "Mohawk." Russo started off strong, but I get the feeling too many people told him they "hated when his bookes ended!" and so he's really stretching these last hundred pages. I've gotta get some good reading material.

And even though everybody told me I'd hate "Shakespeare in Love," I liked it.

620a: Two weird things just happened. First, this guy bought a pack of Reds and asked if we had Poloroid film. I told him no, but he tipped me a dollar for some reason. I tried to refuse it, but he just walked away, leaving it on the counter. Then my pretzels disappeared. But then I found them. Weird.

7a: Just closed my eyes and feel asleep for a second and had a very vivid dream but I can't remember it. Prompt: Police officers lifting tape and directing cars with exaggerated sweeping gestures.