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Well, I started my new job, for some reason I thought that cashiering was the equivalent to brain surgery... Now all I can think is, "they really pay me 10 bucks an hour to do this?" Everything is been going pretty well, my time is divided up between Arthur, Jennifer, Ashley, and my job pretty evenly. I need to start XMAS shopping... Note to self, don't ask someone what they want for Xmas 2 months in advance because they will present you with a list where the items are no less then $50 bucks apiece. Ashley is going to NYC this weekend, so I'm pretty pumped to have the apartment to myself for three days straight. It will be nice to decompress and just be alone. I was doing really good but for some reason I've been super depressed the past few days. Maybe it's because I caught the plague and I am forbidden to skip work, or maybe it's just the loneliness I feel every fall kicking in. I really miss being in school, I hope my duration in the working world is short and painless. Everyone, I shouldn't have to say this, but go see "Garden State". Weekly I've been running into people I didn't expect to see- Janu, Sean, Matt/Mike, Daniel, Mellinda... who the fuck is next. It's kind of unsettling to have all of these ghosts from my past to sort of pop up and make their presence known again... I'm going to go in for the 5th or 6th hour on my back sometime this week... shit hurts like a mother fucker.