I hate Bou Gourmet. It's too much work. It's not all it's cracked up to be. The customers don't like it. Bah...oh well. I got talked up to the vice president of the entire Caribou corporation. Interesting...

Is it possible to die from missing someone? I think it is. Am I close? I feel like I am, but I hope I'm not. I only have to make it until August 25th, and then I'll be okay. Until I go back home. And then I WILL die, pretty sure of it. Or at least part of me will until I see him again. Am I pathetic? Yes...probably. But I'm in love. That's allowed, right? It has to be.

What else is going on? RJ Helton e-mailed me back. He's going to read the script when he gets back from LA in 2 weeks. AHHH! If I die, that would be the thing that does it. Nervous anticipation. Freaking out. I keep reading the script which is probably a bad idea, because I'm so critical of it, that I'm starting to hate it, and I don't want to! I won't love it until it "passes". That's so stupid, and yet it's true. Grrr...

I don't feel like writing, even though I'm sure there are things to write about. Let me think... work work work... hmm... yeah I really can't think of anything else to write/complain about. I'm at the library again. Today is pay day! This lady today in the DT paid for a 4 something dollar drink with a 20, and we didn't have enough change because EVERYONE was paying with 20s, so Karley went to go get change, but the lady just grinned and said "Keep it". and gave us over a $15.00 tip! We were so happy. GRanted it had to be split 8 ways, and then 10 ways after 6am. But it still brought the dollar total to 7-8 dollar bills a person. We usually never get more than 2.

So that's my news for today. I'm sure I'll have something more interesting to talk about some other time.

Bye!

Everything hurts. My head is pounding, my back and neck and shoulders feel like they're being torn apart. The past couple of days have been so roller coaster emotional, that there was a lot of tension built up. Now that the tension is subsiding, it's melting away and my body is experiencing the aftermath. It HURTS. I can barely move. I don't think I'm going to church today. We'll see.

So what happened in the last couple of days to make me feel like that? The briefest explanation possible:

1. I won the "Service excellence award" at Caribou

2. I almost killed Jon

3. I went to Grammy's and got the best news of my life.

4. Had to run to the bathroom before acting on it.

5. Called and spoke with RJ HELTON!!! - talked about Plan See and See Me Through! He wants to be involved! He asked for my phone number! We'll "Be in touch"!!!!!!!!

6. Had to sit still and concentrate on a movie with GRammy.

7. E-mailed RJ Helton the rest of my information, as per his request.

8. Went home to thaw

9. Talked to Nikki, who freaked out with me and got me all excited again.

10. Had bad chicken, a fight, and threw up.

11. Worked Slice of Shoreview and didn't really have to "work at all"!

12. Almost died from heat exhaustion.

13. Went home and talked to BJ for hours and fell even more in love with him.

Sound like fun? Well, it was a lot to handle. I'm exhausted beyond belief. Pain is an understatement. I need a full body massage. My head is spinning...and not just from the good news, but...it actually feels like it's spinning. I walked down the hallway this morning and almost fell over. What fun says I! Not so good. Well, I guess I better get going and finish my laundry. Wee! I'm excited. Later taters.

Taters, precious!

me