2003-05-01 - 2:02 a.m.

I closed tonight. It was also inventory night. Actually, we didn’t do too bad in getting out of there, all things considered. My last night of working until Monday-ish. I got to talk to Nathan. *gulp* I wanted to puke. Seriously, I didn’t think it’d be that hard. And I suppose it wasn’t from a viewer’s standpoint.

I took my piss test today. Next time, can they just poke me for blood?

Tomorrow I’m going to go to breakfast, watch Amanda (the most adorable little girl in the world), chill with Pam, mutilate my body, and listen to the phone not ring from my friends calling me to say hey, it’s about damn time.

Ashley might be stopping in tomorrow as well.

Thinking - "There are many types of scream. Screams of physical pain, screams of anger, screams of jubilation, screams of joy. All of them sound different. But none of them are as unmistakable as a scream of soul-felt heart-wrenching agony... For a simple moment in the passing of time, everyone heard a soul crying into the darkness. A scream of agony that split the very night, and even the stars trembled."

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