Celebrate ... with sleep!

I just got home from my second job, first day thereof.

It's like being in a hair salon again, only with no hair and infinitely more guitars and lickable pieces of wood. And a Fabio lookalike.

I like that place. Had a few long conversations regarding life stories. Cemented my decision to quit the Beanie Baby cart by the end of August.

This means that I might/possibly will be working two jobs for the next few weeks.

But I will be able to wear jeans again! *plays Hallelujah chorus*

And now, I shall sleep.

Thank you, good night, and I'll be there all week.

ETA: Something in my pasta sauce tastes faintly like black licorice. I hate black licorice. This is going to drive me freaking nuts ...