I had a weird moment today at work. The whole day I was pretty happy even for just waking up and I was great in the car on the way to work and great once I hoped out and left H to finish her make-up in the car. However, once I put my time card in the big puncher thingie bobber I became ery angry and violent. Being the first waiter in for the night shift it normally means I get fast money because I pick up all the tables from the waiter leaving. Its always quick money because I get the whole restuarant to myself for a half hour. Well we were dead….no biggie but I got a couple tables in the smoeking section. I get along with smoekers very well! I can even laugh at their lame jokes and when they say something I wanna kcik em for Im like 2 inches away from smacking em across the face or punching them in tha teeth. This went on for about two hours, where al I could do was stare a the people in my section and loathe them. Or get grusome images in my head of pnding the living piss outta them. No idea where this came from, but after this two hour stint I became my happy go lucky bouncy crazy self. Wierd, maybe the smoek floating over Alb really is affecting me.

So I sat there thinking while I was rolling silverware tonight. I mean actual thinking, not my normal total immersion into my chaos of a mind. Having actual coherant thought, that was a feat in itself lemme tell ya but I was. I was thinking about the moon being red the other night when it was rising and how it looked oragnge even near the zenith of its nightly progression. Made me think of the book of Revalation (I should really read that again its interesting). Anywho I was thinking, you know how one of the signs is a blood moon right?!? Now H is thinking about worst case scenarios with the baby coming and all. You know who should care for the baby if we should meet an unexpected demise and what should happen with our finances for said baby. Yeah kind of sad deep stuff, but its realistic I mean Im not gonna live forever, despite all my claims. That red sun and moon are quite disconcerting too.

On a side note….who the hell would make their net handle piggy?!? Hrm….gotta think on that one for a while.