I love Fridays. I get paid, and Eddie got paid yesterday, and we have some money. We’re trying to decide if I can go to Lane Bryant tomorrow and buy another shirt (since I’ve got a coupon for 15% off whatever I find) and drag my mother in to buy a bra, or skip the shirt and save the money for the Dropkick Murphys concert I’ve expressed an interest in seeing on the 13th. I’m definitely going to get a haircut, because I need one. We’ve yet to figure out if we’ll be spending Monday night at Mom’s in order to get to the Bristol parade on Tuesday morning.

I had some strange dreams last night. The only one I can really remember was something about living with nicalycab and a bunch of other people in this big old house, and she died, so we did what any normal people would do. We notified the authorities, and after they’d come through, determined she’d died of natural causes, and left, we stuffed her under a bed. This was odd, because I’ve never met her, let alone lived with her, and none of us were upset she’d died, but I was a little pissed because she’d died wearing one of my favorite shirts (something Halloween-themed with hideous pumpkins on it) and I didn’t want to pull her out from under the bed just to take it back from her.

I think it’s fairly obvious that I’ve got some issues.

Here’s hoping that tonight isn’t crazy at work. It’s the end of the month, and people will be wanting their refills. Add to the fact that it’s Friday, and we’ll be filling a lot of Viagra/Levitra/Cialis scripts tonight (and come Sunday, we’ll be filling all the birth control). However, it’s also a holiday weekend, so things might be slower than usual, and just be crazy on Monday (when I work during the day, before the crazy after-dinner rush) or Wednesday, when I’m off.

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