Yeah, so I haven't really been sleeping. The past couple days it's been consistently two hours every ten to twelve hours. At some point I know I'll crash, I have to, I'm not the kind of person who can survive like this for an extended period of time. I just have to make it through work tonight, which is unfortunate because when I hit the next ten to twelve hour mark it'll be right in the middle of my shift. As long as I can still manage to count, and subsequently drive home, I'll be fine.

Also, I have an amusing story:
The other day I went to Taco Del Mar, which I do somewhat often. Every time I go, there's this weird Indian guy working there. He always seems to be kind of flirting with me, but I'm never quite sure, because it's in a very passive way. Until the other day. He was making my burrito, and he asked if I was going out partying that night (it must have been Saturday, now that I think about it), and I said no. He asked if I would want to go to Seattle with him, go to the clubs and go dancing. I said "I don't think so". He pushed a little bit, said I should go party. I reiterated "I don't think so". He said "You should let me know if you change your mind". By this point he was done making my burrito and had wrapped it in foil and we were at the cash register. As he was ringing my stuff up, he whipped out his sharpie and WROTE HIS PHONE NUMBER ON MY BURRITO. I walked out to my car laughing. And then kept laughing as I drove home.

Yeah, so I haven't really been sleeping. The past couple days it's been consistently two hours every ten to twelve hours. At some point I know I'll crash, I have to, I'm not the kind of person who can survive like this for an extended period of time. I just have to make it through work tonight, which is unfortunate because when I hit the next ten to twelve hour mark it'll be right in the middle of my shift. As long as I can still manage to count, and subsequently drive home, I'll be fine.

Also, I have an amusing story:
The other day I went to Taco Del Mar, which I do somewhat often. Every time I go, there's this weird Indian guy working there. He always seems to be kind of flirting with me, but I'm never quite sure, because it's in a very passive way. Until the other day. He was making my burrito, and he asked if I was going out partying that night (it must have been Saturday, now that I think about it), and I said no. He asked if I would want to go to Seattle with him, go to the clubs and go dancing. I said "I don't think so". He pushed a little bit, said I should go party. I reiterated "I don't think so". He said "You should let me know if you change your mind". By this point he was done making my burrito and had wrapped it in foil and we were at the cash register. As he was ringing my stuff up, he whipped out his sharpie and WROTE HIS PHONE NUMBER ON MY BURRITO. I walked out to my car laughing. And then kept laughing as I drove home.