With these journals, at least. As I go about getting ready for another day of fun and games at work (this involves getting fried, yes - you really need no brain capacity for this job. Monkeys could do it better, they'd fuck off less and probably throw less shit.), I'll write another entry, sure.

Lesse... My usual day at work, you ask? A quick meeting to find out what department I'm working in, then straight to pulling. I seem to find all the big and/or ugly pallets, so I'm constantly dropping shit and running into stuff. Its fun, because I don't really care. Then there's usually the six-seven hours spent stocking Health and Beauty. Why they put one of the most masculine guys on the crew in that area is beyond me, but I'm pretty good at it, even if I'm bored out of my fucking skull most of the time. There's a couple quick breaks, and an hour long lunch in there (yay, laptop), and the final pull back - namely, taking all the crap that didn't go on the shelves back into the backroom. Again with the running into things.

With my new hours, I deal with the public for all of... Fifteen minutes, maybe? Good, because I'm not really a social person, and bad, because my doc says I need more daylight in my life, and working overnights is decidedly Not Helping.

Lesse, what else... Um. Oh, yeah. Started a new bit of art - inspired by a rather lovely friend of mine, White. Cutemink. :D Yay for slow lap rides. And buttsex. Mmm, buttsex. z.z

Well, its about time for me to roll. Take care, folks. <3