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B and I passed out early (9pm is early for us) last night.

This was a few minutes after we got home from Applebees where we shared a milkshake and were just so cute while doing it.

He's at home right now, possibly still sleeping.

I, on the other hand, am at the coffee shop on this godforsaken Saturday, alone, bored, and done with all the weekend specific work I have any intention of doing today.

My coworker doesn't get in until 10:30, but there isn't all that much point in her being here. I've only had 2 customers since opening, and that's only going to go downhill as the day progresses.

Yesterday I had a brilliant idea that will never, ever go into play for this place, but here it is. Enterprise Rent-a-Car, previously situated off the main thoroughfare at a busy intersection, just moved locations to about 200 feet away at the same intersection, and now their old building is vacant. This old building is very coffee-shop sized and already has its own drive-through window. Maybe the owner would like to buy it and be in a location people can actually find and maybe even have some business come into his store! Too much? Yeah, I thought so.

I had terrible dreams about this place last night. I slept really fitfully, actually. I kept waking up every hour or so. In one of my dreams I threw a coffee pot because my boss pissed me off. "Fire me, then!" I screamed at her. She told me to go into the back and cool off.

This dream is testament to how much I probably can get away with here.

When I woke up from it, I heard someone down in the parking lot screaming, "I AM GOD, I AM GOD," over and over again. There was another, muffled voice apparently trying to calm him down. I got up to look out and try to see the screamer because his voice sounded exactly like M's, and M (when drunk or very stoned) is likely to go nuts and start declaring himself god. I had the brief and evil urge to, if the screamer was indeed M, drag B down to the parking lot and show him what a terrible mess M is and let M get a good long look at B because B is way better looking than M and M used to always whine about how he thought he was ugly; that was one thing I really hated about him. For some reason I thought doing that would be incredibly delightful. It was probably because I was tired.

Fortunately for everyone, I couldn't see the person who was screaming and now that I'm fully awake and coherent, I realize that no, that would not be fun or cute at all to do.

There is a possibility that B and I will be going to Biloxi, Mississippi on Monday, Labor day. I think he and I are collectively unsure as to whether or not we want to go. His dad wants to follow some of his friends there and watch them lose miserably at a regional poker tournament.

I've been to Biloxi once before, with M and his family. It was way before I actually moved down here. I'd come during summer break to visit M, and his mom and aunts had planned to go over and see these Cirque du Soleil rip-off people perform at some hugenormous hotel filled with hydrangeas. Hydrangeas are my favorite flower that I never want to see in a bouquet or flower arrangement.

No one bothered to tell me of these plans until the day before we went, so I was kind of annoyed with the whole encounter. It didn't help that I couldn't get any solo time with M, which is the entire reason I'd come to visit in the first place.

I've been in a bigger resort since then, at Disney World. B's parents, B, and I stayed in the Wilderness Lodge, and every time I think about that trip I wish I'd remembered to take more pictures. I also wish I'd spent more money and brought more waterproof shoes. I still haven't sent the Disney souvenirs I got for Mom and V. The truth is, I should've gotten them each something more expensive, so maybe I'll just wait until the next time I'm at Disney World and get them some things worth having. B's mom has been to Disney World approximately ninety jillion times (but it's probably closer to 30) and she loves it there, so I don't doubt I'll wind up there again sooner or later.

This has gotten really long and gone practically nowhere, so I'm going to call it a day and do some sudoku.

9:11 a.m. - 2007-09-01

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