journal-11/08/98

11/08/98

So I started work at the bookstore today. Yes, a second job. It will help the income, and my sanity, I think. Well, maybe.

I got up on time for once, took my shower, dried the hair... burned my pinky finger on my curling iron.

I was at work for a while, and met a girl who's also from Texas. We moved here at about the same time. We live close to each other and we have similar opinions about Philadelphia.

Let me try that again. I was at work for a while, and scratched an itch on my face... it started bleeding.

Later in the day, I gave myself a nice papercut, so deep that I had to actually go to the bathroom, wash it out, and put a band-aid on it. On my way back from the bathroom, my nose started itching. I reached up to rub it, and it pretty much exploded with blood. A nose bleed! Yikes. I hate those.

It's good that I have a sense of humor.

Otherwise, I'd probably be dead by now.