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I smell beer. I don't see any open cans that my brother would then use as a makeshift ashtray [yes.] so either I'm imagining things, or he spilled some somewhere.

Work was work, only they waxed the floors and we were sort of closed and sort of not, off an on for a couple of hours. It makes so little sense to risk lawsuits, workers comp, and risk ruining the floor cleaning/waxing that you're paying for just to sell some asshats icecream and mucinex, y'know?

Sigh. I'm ever so tired. *yawns*

I'm supposed to, I think, go out tomorrow with Ari and her other bridesmaid flunkies. Which is fine, except that she hasn't told me where we're going or when. She said brunch. Repeatedly. Yet when her sister finally managed to get her to check her email, she replied with dinner. Brunch I could do, no problem because I'd still be awake. Dinner involves flipping my whole fucking schedule around and spending more money than I would at brunch. Again, I'd be kind of fine with this, but she has yet to tell me. And until now, I didn't realize that bugged me.

Bit my tongue earlier. Ow. Still hurts. :/