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Saturday, August 3rd, 2002 @ 3:10pm. Category: KMorg.I’ve had a rough couple of days/nights.
College is scary, but even more scary are the evil loan overlords. They are worse than the Dark Lords of the Sith. They are like Charles when he plays Monopoly: he’ll insult you and try to trick Jason (or you, but mostly Jason) out of money.
Monopoly went OK, I was tired having been woken up much earlier than I was accustomed to. I did pretty well, but left to go running. I can’t remember who finally won. It was either David or Charles. I’ll bet it’s Charles, he’s ruthless like that. The rest of the night was a bore. It included watching WCIII games (and even though I’m a beginner I seem to have more strategy than Jason, poor guy), reading CWG, and going to Denny’s with David and Courtney, and Charles. We split up into two groups like we normally do, and had two completely different conversations, and exchanged formalities at the end when we split up the check. Typical when it’s us 4 there. At least one of the waitresses knows us now. My distinctive order of a plain English Muffin caught her memory. We left her her 15 percent on the table, then Charles added another dollar or two when he paid. She’s nice, doesn’t charge us for refills, and puts up with us. She’s no Kim but she’s good. Kim was a waitress that worked there last summer. She was also a stripper in a local club. Drinks were always waters and left-over food (food ordered but not served for some reason) was free. She seemed to be amused by my group of friends. The last time I saw her was when Ryan was down the second time. He stayed at my house even though he wasn’t supposed to, so we snuck out at about 6 to get breakfast. We’d had about 3 hours of sleep. She seemed kinda concerned, b/c I was /never/ tired. She served us well, we left here a large tip, and then I never saw her again. I hope she found something better to do than waitress and strip.
I need to get my sleeping schedule back to US time. It’s apparently pretty good for Australia– I had some friends who went there adn when they came back their patterns were quite similar to mine. I’m going to give myself a few days to get over some things and then try resetting myself. Ryan must be constantly annoyed with how I am right now, but he puts up with it. I need to think of a way to properly let him know how much I appreciate him.
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