Went down to 'SC to scan my peeps and got an unexpected visit from MacGregor! Managed to kill my entire allotted 90 minutes catching up 'fore I had to break out to work. Listening to him and Princess have rekindled my desire to see The Land Down Under (where women glow and men plunder). Who d'you gotta fuck to get cheap tickets to Australia, anyway?

Work was work. I ended up getting there too soon, actually. Tried to kill the extra time, but ended up just clocking in five minutes early and easing into the groove. Graveyard's fuckin' boring, as usual. Was actually hungry when my lunch break came 'round, so I figured I'd be all clever and race over to the Del Taco. I made it there quickly enough, but the fucking drive through was so packed that I decided to eat my food while I drove back so I wouldn't be late. Returned with five minutes to spare and fries and a Sprite (and on that note, whoever invented "light" lemonade should be raped by rabid zombie jackals) for my trouble, but immediately took my fifteen minute break to actually, y'know, relax. (Thanks to Kennifur for being awake and willing to chat with me over the phone. :)

At some point, a woman managed to jack me for a pack of cigarettes by getting me to total up $90 worth of Easter shit and then going "out to my car for my checkbook." Fucking bitch. Hope the zombie jackals get her, too.

Had to stay an extra ten minutes 'cause the girl who was supposed to come in at 7 was late. Again.

Semi-inadvertently stole some handcuff keys.

Wrote down next week's schedule. Have begun plotting for April's Time Off That Must Be.

Bed, now.