Back from work. The water's back on. They must have been working on something.
Made $60 tonight. $55 last Tuesday. The money tonights paid for the yearlong season tickets to Centerstage, where I'll be seeing King Lear tomorrow night with friends.
I had to work with a very drunk Ukrainian man as a dishwasher today. It was terrible. They should have sent him home when he showed up drunk, but there was no one else to wash the dishes.
A table tipped me $20 on a $57 bill. Two flirty older ladies. I like that. That's the sort of thing that will put me in a good mood for a while.
At this time last week, I was really down in the dumps. This week, I'm feeling pretty good about things.
I'm excited about Jim Leyland being hired to manage my Detroit Tigers.
I'm excited that tomorrow is a B day and my lesson went well today. I even built in a 25-minute silent reading activity into the lesson, and, believe me, it's beautiful not to be front and center for at least a third of the 90-minute class period.
Tired now, though. Sleep.
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