today was my day off.  i woke up around nine after having a dream that the world was ending.  well, everyone was going to die, all at once.  for some reason i was hanging out with my ex-girlfriend from college, and looking for the boy I kissed in second grade.  i woke up feeling weird.

i didn’t leave the house all day today.  my plan was to go do errands in another town, but felt lazy about it.  ended up watching a marathon of The Secret Life of the American Teenager.  i wasn’t very impressed.  now i’m watching House.  i was slightly productive though, sorting all my important papers into file folders.  and i ate leftover vegetable stuff rather than macaroni and cheese which is what i was craving.

two days until i finally see Booty Call again.  i’m kind of annoyed with her though.  haven’t heard from her hardly at all in the last couple days, and feel rather dissed.  i don’t like feeling like i’m so far down the list of priorities.  but the sex is so good that i know when she comes back i’ll still fuck her.  i just need to get these stupid emotions out of the way.  and i’m not in love with her.  i keep checking in with myself about that.  so why do i want her to be in love with me?

it snowed again.  i’m so tired of the snow.

work again tomorrow.  fun times.


This evening was rainy and foggy and sunny and windy all at once.  There was the biggest rainbow across the entire sky, framing yellow-leaved trees and dark charcoal skies.  It was beautiful and every time I ran from my car to a house I got soaked.  I saw a car with the license plate RCKYMTN and I immediately thought I was following an SUV driven by Ricky Martin.  I was thrilled!  I even took a picture, that was about when I realized their vanity plate probably was supposed to imply “Rocky Mountain” or something boring like that.  Either that or the white haired man driving ten miles under the speed limit was a huge “Livin La Vida Loca” fan.  I’m choosing to believe the second option.

I ended up only working four and a half hours, it was really busy for the first four, then it completely died, so the manager sent me home.  I’m fine with that.  I have to start my nanowrimo novel, and there’s a movie I want to watch.  I really should clean my apartment, there are dishes almost a week old in the sink!  But I’m tired, and don’t want to.  :-p

So I worked 4.5 hours, took 9 deliveries, made $15 in reimbursements, and $32.56 in tips. (I had a funny split today of either really good tips, or really shitty ones.)

That works out to $5.28 per delivery and $18.42 an hour before taxes or gas.

So today is my day off from the pizza place, and I had planned on getting up early, going to get coffee with a friend and maybe taking a walk around the lake, and then coming back to my place to get back in the phone sex swing of things for the afternoon.  It’s been quite a while since I’ve made myself available to my customers, and they email me almost daily telling me how much they miss me.  I’ve just been lazy I think, distracted by checking my email a million times a day and updating all my various sites that keep track of every single thing I do.  Like Daily Plate, which tracks what I eat and drink, and Netflix for movies,  and Goodreads for books, Mint to keep track of finances, and 43things for random shit I should do, both TripAdvisor and TravBuddy for maps of where I’ve been, and then my two blogs on here, plus one on LiveJournal, and MySpace.  Lots of sites to waste my day with!

So anyway, I woke up about half an hour later than planned (not too bad actually) and the friend I wanted to go to coffee with was busy, so instead I lay around in bed all morning doing random internet stuff until almost one, when I got my ass up to go to the grocery store to buy pumpkin curry ingredients.  Cooking took most of the afternoon, during which I COULD have been available for the phone sex, but really didn’t even think of it until it felt too late.  I’m leaving in half an hour to go to a pumpkin potluck and jack-o-lantern carving party (hence the pumpkin curry).  So there went my day.