“I play Russian roulette all day, it’s a man’s sport / with a bullet called life”

Last night worked hard. All my tables arrived within ten minutes of eachother so that meant five explanations fast, running with drinks and seeing mad glances from the other tables. But all in all it was okay. Table seven had one of the system managers (who recognized me only because my computer profile at the college-thingy crashes so often!) and they had a flask of water and a pitcher of wine to keep them satisfied. Table ten was busy with photoalbums and hardly had any time to notice they had drinks, let alone finish them or notice the glass was empty. Table eleven looked at me grumpily but in the end tipped me a smashing twenty-five cents. And at twelve I had the most fun while switching off a barbecue (which involves my hand under the table).

Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Pfff. Was very tired indeed. My tips from last week: a smashing 17 euro and 26 cents with less than ten hours on the clock. Hubba hubba hubba!! I’ll save all that for my next sword. Which I still have to make up a name for. What is “suffering” in Elvish?

“I cannot be forsaken / because I’m not the only one”

Coldcoldcold rain. I went out to get some french fries (because more soup just sounded baaaad) and if we’ve got rain like this next weekend, with Formanterra…I’m sure I’ll freeze to death.

Memo to me: buy waterproof spray to make cloaks waterproof!

Bored. Blah. It’s sundaynight and too early to go to sleep. I sms’d Ron to see if he wanted to chat a bit but he hasn’t replied yet. I could read my e-mail by using my phone but that’s expensive. And what’s the point anyway? Tomorrow I’ll go to the market and buy some awsome last-minute Formanterra supplies and go to school to read e-mail.
I should finish my outfit. The last outfit for Formanterra. I just need to make another shirt…not much trouble…could be done in two hours….Then it’ll be nine o’clock and I can go to sleep without feeling guilty.

Dad came over for coffee today. He was impressed by how the house looks. It’s great. Yeah yeah I know.
Why is it raining freezing cold rain? Couldn’t winter freeze and wait just another week? I don’t feel like…[censored due to embargo on roles and so on] …in this weather.

Blegh. Just my pissed-off-at-the-world two cents.