I told Amanda yesterday that I was drained. Physically and emotionally. No, nothing that bad, I just feel like I'm nearing my wit's end I guess. Physically, my feet are hurting but I'm used to the pain by now. Only hurts when I first get out of bed and anymore I don't know how noticeable my limping is. Working 9+ hours at Queens Center Mall, 8 and a half closing last night and opening today is tiresome, but necessary. Its something I'm used to by now but just hard on the feet. Other than that and a lack of a good nights sleep, I'm fine. The latter also ties into my emotions.

Emotionally there's just a lot of stuff. John's death is among the things atop the list. I called mom yesterday while I was at work because I wanted information to engrave on Dess' frame I got her for her baby shower. Mom asked me if I wanted to write something for John's obituary. I told her I would and I wrote down a few things. Sad to do when I'm at work, but ah well. I caught myself reminiscing about him. I was sad, but no tears.

Yesterday was a really slow day. The few customers that came in though were couples. Holding hands, kissing, hugging and whatnot. I had a lady come in. She's actually a regular customer and everytime she comes its usually a problem. Her getting something for her man. And I'm sure she's somewhat dishonest or thinks my memory is suspect, but that's another story. This time she needs a gift that's discreet she tells me. Automatically, I know she's cheating on her boyfriend, but I don't question anything. When I go to engrave her item I decided to go in a bit deeper. She pretty much told me she was fooling around with a married man and how all men are the same and how single men always promise to give her the world but never want her to give her attention when she needs it, but married men do...or at least this one does. She pissed me off with that, but I just chilled. The whole "men are the same" thing kills me for 2 reasons. 1, its usually followed by "I'm not talking about you, Scott" which automatically voids out the statement, or doesn't make me a man. 2, if all men are the same, why the fuck are you complaining? You should already know what to expect. In her case was the whole "attention" thing. She's getting attention now I'm sure, but when it comes down to it, his wife comes first I'm sure...at least I'd hope. If you're gonna open your legs, most guys married or not are probably gonna jump in. Anyway, I didn't finish schooling the homewrecking hore because some annoying russian couple came in being needy. They were annoying. The woman I was talking to was kinda cute. My type of woman. Short, thick (heavy side) long hair, probably latin, maybe white, and stupid, but she'll figure that out on her own.

On my way to work now. Found out I may not be able to make it to the funeral. Dad told me its gonna be $200 per person. Oil bill, financial aid, and cell phone bill is due and my check this friday was covering it. I'm tapped out. I might as well be in the Crippler's Crossface. Well, we'll see what happens though. Have a good day. I'll try to do the same.