Sat at a bar for 2 hours and not once did the bartender ask me if I wanted anything to eat…. and I really did. Eventually I came home and heated up chicken tenders instead. At any rate, at the bar, a man sat next to me and whispered. I kept asking him to speak up. Nope. He asked me about my finances and kept saying things about interest rates and points and tax brackets and percentage and other things that I simply couldn’t make out from the din. Finally I tired of asking him to repeat himself so I finally just smiled and said, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Nope!

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Whatever… I simply don’t care anymore.

I really wish I wasn’t out of Three Buck Chuck.

Tomorrow’s going to be a full day. I am not looking forward to it.

This weekend I get to see an Elvis Stylist perform. I got free tickets from my favorite DJ! Can hardly wait!