Work at 4 am again - the Big Scary Visit from Giant Individuals Who Hold Our Very Retail Futures in Their Fierce Grasps will occur, and I get to be the manager on duty for the whole thing, woo!
Erm, what else?
I closed my account with Wells Fargo. It's kind of nice to not straddle two bank accounts now. I suppose. I mean, hell, it HAS only been three hours, but something tells me that I won't wake up in a cold sweat at two in the morning, screaming, "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!??!?" at the heavens because of it.
I should really stop trying to make a cohesive journal post when I'm oh so sleepy. Speak English? Yeah, I spinglish.
I can't remember my dreams from last night, except for a very strong feeling that I was roaming around a random ill lit kitchen whilst conversing with the members of Death Cab for Cutie.