sunday november 25 2001    |    2:43 a.m.

i cut off my hair yesterday before work. it is short short short short. i love it.

the lady who cut it didn't speak very much english at all -- i have no idea what she was speaking, actually, and am very intrigued -- so on her part the conversation was reduced to "feel good, yes?" and "this is very hip."

also, my co-cashier and i kicked some serious readers advantage ass today. business was super slow, but we sold nine subscriptions (out of the fifteen for the day) between the two of us.

somebody i like was fired. rumor has it he was caught stealing from the café. i don't know if it means he'd taken-a-muffin type thing, or stolen-some-money-from-the-register type thing. either way, it's sad.

i think the work stories, which amuse me endlessly, probably won't amuse anyone else. so suffice it so say that i'm starting to like it there. starting to feel comfortable enough to joke around with people. starting to royally screw up less. she was right: generally, it's a very good place to work.

anyway. the only words left in my head at this hour and after a day like today are words like "good," "nice," "very," "really," "stuff," and "cigarette." so i'm going to indulge that last one, and then dive into the delayed gratification of my bed.

christmas in one month exactly. i've never in my life been this expectant.