So in theory, I really don’t mind working the closing shifts at the store. I’ve been known to say, “Eh… Whatever,” when I’m scheduled for a bunch of them, where my coworkers tend to foam at the mouth. (…Rabid with anger. That was clear, right? I’m not calling them savages or infected or anything.) but I’ve got to be honest – not leaving work until almost 11:30pm four to fivenights a weekfor the past few has been wearing me down. I sleep until 10 or 11 the next morning, and hi – I’m not in college anymore. It’s not cool to sleep that late when you’re past the age of 23.

In other news, I’m typing this from my iPhone, since Pumpkin chewed an ingeniously placed hole in my laptop’s power cord. I had very dark thoughts about Kitten when I logged onto the Dell website and saw that a new one would cost me $65. Amazon to the rescue, as ever, but I still think Thumbs McBiteyPants needs to start using those extra digits and earning his keep. I’m sure there are plenty of viable job options for an industrious cat with powerhouse lungs. …Which he uses, by the way, to voice his displeasure with being left in my room with the door closed. Or in his kennel at night. Or ignored while, you know, I eat abowl of cereal. He’s loud, all I’m sayin’.

So it’s already 1:30 in the afternoon and I have yet to shower (damn you, closing schedule!), so off I go.. Need to hit up Petco, as well. Maybe they’ll give mr an employee nametag for Jasper right then and there. Either way, my purchases are going on his tab.