I don't know whether to say my days are getting longer, or shorter. Just in the last few days, so I'm sorry I'll be backtracking this weekend. I worked today, and yesterday. Ten hours today. Longest day of my ******* life. I was there by ten. Worked Fried Dough. With Miranda. I would tell the story about the crazy mexican lady, but just rest assured she was a goddamn nutcase. It's so stressful, some of the stupid things people say or do. We have a big thing of straws, on top of a container, and it has rubber spots on the bottom so it does NOT slide. This old lady swung her arm and knocked the whole, full container off the counter and all over the ground. My legs hurt so badly. All I ate all day was half a fried dough, for breakfast. Then I drank a shitton of water, and I still think I was getting dehydrated. It was unbelievably hot out.
I took my first break by falling asleep on the bench outside my stand, sitting up, holding a waterbottle, shoes off. Mother got me a pizza when I got out of work and I ate most of it and went to steve's for a few hours.
I am really tired. But I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping.