work tonite sucked. so much. i had kevin [my manager] breathing down my back for the better part of the nite. although, he said he'd give me a raise if i could work barista on the weekends and could keep it clean while i'm doing it. sounds good to me.

servers didn't tip out tonite, and that pisses me off. except jona, who i love, and who gave me $5 and what i hope is a percocet as a tip out.

rutgers girls went home for the weekend. i wish i could leave home for the weekend.

i wish i could talk to wyatt about the new dark tower book, but he's not online. i wasn't really into it as much as i usually am when i started reading it, but last nite i read this passage about how a townsfolk greeted the gunslinger and seriously started crying.

Callahan turned his attention to Roland and then did an amazing thing: dropped to one knee, lowered his head slightly, and put his fist against his scarred brow. "Hile, gunslinger, may we be well-met on the path."

"Hile," Roland said. "Come forward, good stranger, and tell us of your need."

it's not beautiful unless you know these books like everyone who reads them knows them. so now, i'm back into it. stayed up until 6 in the morning reading. god i love this series.

and with that, i'm going to go take my pill and read.

i feel like Roland when he took the mescaline before entering the circle to be raped by the succubus...