Sunday!... I hate Sunday.

I don't know why, but I'm finding it extremely hard to start this post. What you are reading now must be the ninth time I've started writing. I was going to talk about the weird night I had at work last night; no tips, weirdos, messy ass adults, etc... However, I'm finding it hard to find the right words. I can't structure the story right, so I guess I'll have to save it for another time. But, suffice to say, the memories of it all make my head hurt with anger.

Well, without notice I left after that last paragraph and have come back now to continue. But not for too long for I have to go to work but I just wanted to post a small bit of news: I have already started working on the rough draft of the Seth/Farahilde story. I was so grabbed by the many (MANY!) ideas, sub-plots and ideas for the minor/major characters that I needed something concrete a proverbial 'wetting of the feet' if you will. But I'm running behind right now and need to go to work soon, and it's Sunday which means: I have to walk!... Damn.

Also, my girlfriend is leaving for three days and that means I get to flop around this shit hole by myself and work on the book. I have to write in solitude or I can't write at all.

Happy Sunday!

p.s. I'm going to be starting a second blog about my experiences as a waiter that way I won't boggle this one down with my pissing and moaning. That blog will be titled something like "Why I Can Sometimes Be An Unbearable Dick" or something like that.