August 8, 2004
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Just got home from work. My feet are killing me. But other than that... I got paid. And I made sixteen bucks in tips, which is good considering my average is nothing. I think I'll be catching the new Denzel flick with my mom tomorrow, and then working again tomorrow night. Phew. Other than that, nothing is new. Oh, except there was randomly a petting zoo downtown today, at which Rachel and I shot a bit of movie footage. And, I woke up to a phone call this morning from Rachel the context of which said: Beau and I decided to take you to Cinnabon, but you get to buy your own food. You got fifteen minutes. Then, we drove to Silverdale where we decided to get McDonalds at the food court. And there was one two minutes from my house. Typical. Then we walked the length of the mall, stopped at the niftiest antique shop, Beau bought a TV at a 2nd hand store and then Rachel and I worked on our script. Then, we took a mad dash from downtown to my house then backtracked to my work. I was only one minute late, but I may have lost a few years off of my life. And I think that's it. Don't you just love Saturdays? Peace.
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