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Friday, January 30, 2004

We Were Never Being Boring

Superduper slow in the restaurant yesterday.
Time just creeps.
When it's that slow all I do is eat all day. I check my tables, then I grab something and eat it.
Calories are my friends.
I also spent a lot of yesterday in the Server Station singing (wailing?) along with the Muzak.
I have to amuse myself somehow, don't I?
Just in case I didn't already know, everyone made sure they told me that I definitely was not going to the next American Idol.

Speaking of American Idol, I've been watching the auditions and I just don't understand how some of those people ever thought they could sing well enough to be on that show.
That would be like me, knowing I couldn't sing my way out of a wet paper bag auditioning for that show. They should know they're that bad right? How could they not know? Are they in denial?
I don't understand it.
It was good for a laugh anyway. Plus, it's good to know there are people out there who sing worse than I do. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Pizza, beer, and spades last night at my place after work.
Bonus points for being in bed, mostly sober and asleep by 1:30AM, which hardly ever happens.