came home from work last night, and then headed to Shari's (a restaurant for those of you not in the states) with the roommates. ate a kielbasa sammich, came home, and watched Requiem for a Dream. quite the interesting movie. not as grotesque or as sad as i had heard it was, though i truly thought it was a good movie (and i did see too entirley many correllations with Mrs. Goldfarb and our mother, though...)
went to bed, fell asleep. woke up a bit later in a MASSIVE allergy attack. my 'massive allergy attacks' consist of almost a painfully stuffy nose and ears and eyes that itch so badly that i probably look like a baby throwing a tantrum with all the constant rubbing i do. i kept telling myself it would go away (which it never does). eventually i got my ass up and carted it downstairs to pop a claritin, and went back upstairs to wait for it to take effect.
woke up startled awhile later - MY MOUTH COMPLETELY FILLED WITH VOMIT. ... the hell?!? okay, i haven't thrown up in literally YEARS. (and certainly never in my SLEEP.) sometimes i'll say i threw up to get out of work, though it's usually throwing up out of the opposite end (if you catch my drift.) so, yeah. once that was taken care of, i went back to sleep a bit spooked. (good thing i was sleeping on my stomach.)
woke up to my radio alarm clock playing the actual (not muppet version) of the manah manah song. doo dooo do doodo manah manah. doo dooo do do...... manah manah.
hit the sleeper and went back to sleep with that as my dream's soundtrack.
and the little sucker is still going through my head.
for those of you that DON'T know what i'm talking about, maybe i'll look it up and post it for you later, unless someone else has it readily handy to post it in the comments. i need to go to work. i get to call in late to the ONE manager who is willing to write me up for it, too.
i also get to set the biggest freaking ad i've ever seen (only a little eight pager, but there was a hidden agenda of SIXTY THREE OTHER PAGES for back to school clearance.) and get to train the new manager, Ted, how to do it in the process. freaking JOY. yancey was saying that it's generally not good for new managers in the company to train with the store that they're ending up in, as it ends up creating disrespect if a regular person needs to train a higher up to do the job, when the higher up gets paid a gazillion times more.