Okay. Last time I blogged about how much fun I had at my five year high school reunion. I hadn't initially planned on going, but after having attended I was really glad I did.

Tonight, I kinda wish I hadn't. I closed at the bookstore tonight. It was awful -- it's always awful. And it wasn't much more awful than it usually is (there was one thing that really made me angry; I'll touch on some other time), but having actually had fun the night before somehow made it that much worse. I was seriously on the verge of tears when I got off -- it was that fucking bad. But I didn't cry, because I never cry. I don't think I'm capable of it. Fuck if I didn't come close, though.

In other news, I'm just about good to go for the NYC trip in a few weeks -- got the days off, plans are in the works, and I should be getting my bus ticket in the next few days, etc. Also need to look into getting another memory stick for my digicam, since I want to take lots of pics while I'm there -- I always love to document my excursions with photos, and I'm sure there will be plenty of interesting review fodder for Scary-Crayon. I'd love to take a page out of the old X-Entertainment playbook and do my own Chinatown hunt for bootleg TMNT figures. With the classic, trademarked, uniquely SC twist, of course. Whatever the SC twist entails, anyway.

Anyway, the job. Fucking awful. I feel terrible tonight, and I'm due back in the morning at 11. Seriously, NYC folks, if you know anyone who might be interested in meeting me for potential employment or something like that, let me know so we can do some resume forwarding and set up some meetings for the week of Sept. 5 or something. I'd love to get out of the bookstore and out of this house. Because I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.

Done. Ja.