I dream of another you

There is one day a year I loathe working overnight. It is the night we 'fall back' and I have to work an extra-frickin-hour. Oh yes, there will be pain and agony. Oodles of it. I hate that extra hour. On the other hand, I will be wearing my devil horns, so maybe the whimsy of that will make me forget an extra... hour.

Complicating matters is the fact that I left my copy of Bitten & Smitten at work this morning, and I'm not entirely sure someone won't try and put the damn thing out on the floor to try and sell it. If they do, I will cry since T.S. sent it to me and I'd just started it last night and I was enjoying the hell out of it. Stupid bag checks. Like I'm gonna steal something and risk getting fired [and most likely banned from the store], which would then kill my ability to buy stuff or even steal stuff? Yeah, the logic's fuzzy, but because I don't have a reciept for it, I put it on the counter... and then left it. D'oh!

I'm cold. Waiting for TRU to open. Waiting...