Current mood:
forgotten
It was a bust. Well, not really. I had very generous customers, tip wise, but I rang nearly nothing during my shift. So it's Mortimer-One, Club-Nothing.
There was one gentleman (and I use THAT term loosely) who came in and began his litany of compliments. He gets trashed and begins to tell me all about myself, how hot I am, how masculine my profile is, which is nice to begin with…that is…until it never stops. And on top of it, he claims to be a psychologist. The things he tells me makes me wonder where the hell he practices and why he still has a license! I could NOT WAIT for Ed to come in and relieve me. I beat it out of there like a hooker after getting paid! I usually stay and gossip with Ed but I was not going to deal with Dr. Freak.
I have been ravenous. The last two days I have been eating like a starving pregnant woman. On steroids. I am too embarrassed to list everything I ate over the last few days. It's actually sickening to think back on the hoagie and chips, the pasta, the salad that I ate after six at night on Monday and then the leftover pasta for breakfast, the leftover salad a bit later, the egg salad sandwich and soup at Brittany's, the three soft hot pretzels, the three chicken fajitas, the rice and refried beans, the ice cream cone, the V-8 and a few other things I forgot. No, I won't list them here. It's embarrassing!
My psycho-mate has threatened me once again. This time over the squeaking dryer, which wasn't my fault but in his deranged world, I can do no right. Even if it's just doing laundry. I love that I have to live like this. I'm about to take a bat to his fool head.
It's morning. I got very sleepy whilst writing this entry and went to bed.
I am meeting Miss Patti at the Irish Pub for brunch in about an hour or so. I can't wait. She's been so busy with her new junker, I haven't seen her much.
Time to shower, put on my sunblock three thousand and wander uptown. It's a beautiful day.
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