What's on my mind? Well, I'm glad you asked. I'm working as a bartender at the Suncoast, a 'local' Vegas Casino. And by local, I mean it's not on the strip and the large majority of patrons are locals.. Well, we have a lot of golf freaks and cowboys since the owner of the Coast resorts is a big contributor to all things hick'ish and cowboy. And let me take the opportunity right now to condemn cowboys for being cheap, belligerent fucks. One walked up to a cocktail waitress and actually asked 'Do you keep a clean house?'.... Now, keep in mind, he meant this as a pick up line. Personally, I wanted to call security to have this imbecile maced and drug out into the parking lot and crucified. But that's just me. Even more horrifying was the fact that the cocktail waitress said she would have been attracted to that a few years earlier. I'm surrounded by slightly clever apes. So much for being an evolved sophisticated society.
But back to my point. Working graveyard has a tendency to, not only fuck your internal clock up, but turn you into some manic depressive hermit. I have no social life, aside from my weekly DnD sessions ((poker sucks)I rather enjoy the regression, it's fun. Yes, I'm a geek, fuck you.) but above and beyond that, uh.. Yeah, my social life stinks.
That and combined with the fact that my grandmother, whom I take care of, is seriously ill with pneumonia. So yeah.. I'm kind of a basket case at this point. But that's okay, I'm usually a basket case according to a large selection of the populace.
I should be doing laundry..... hrm. Oh yeah, and I should be studying for a psych test Thursday. But instead I'm going to do laundry. Oh and I'm going to the gym too. I'm getting fat :(.
So yes, this was essentially a whine fest, but that's okay because it's my whine fest. I did have a good lunch/coffee discussion with my friend Richard. Kudos to you man, you're one of three people I can talk to about that sort of shit without them hitting me in the head with a chair. BTW the topic of conversation was sociology, logotherapy, and how utterly stupid christians are. :) Good stuff.
Okay my underwear smell, off to do laundry.
As my dear friend would say, love and methanol!