The night is young, and you're so beautiful

I haven't abandoned this yet. I just haven't done anything of note the last few weeks.

Well... quit Domino's, which I don't think I've really written about, and don't plan to. Gina's a bitch now, and I don't want to work there anymore. Chilling on my savings, between working 40 at Sonic while living at home, and working 60 hour weeks at Domino's. So yeah, getting the time back right now.

Anyway.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I stopped by Sonic, and went inside to hang out with everyone. I don't know why. It was so very, very weird. I like went in, and was working in the kitchen? I wasn't in uniform or anything, just an old-times-sake type thing. Dave was there, we were laughing and cordial. Mostly new people, which is a weird thing in a dream, a bunch of people you've never seen before. It would match current conditions at Sonic, but it still freaked me out. Am I possible of generating mental images of people I've never seen before? I doubt it. But yeah, I was just hanging out, helping cook shit, making drinks, catching up with Dave and Javier. They kept asking me if I wanted to come back, and I was like, "Nah."

The ramifications are bountiful. If you subscribe to the theory that dreams are a microchosm of your own mind, it shows that this whole job thing weighs heavily on my mind. Which it does. Kinda. Granted, I need to get a new job, and soon, but I'm not terribly worried about it.

So yeah, that's the only noteworthy thing lately. Lilie still ties my heart in knots, and Lucas is down here now. Rose is, well, Rose. Ambra's Ambra. A equals A, damn it. I don't know.