i have cake in my ears.

haha that sounds super silly. let me go by cake is a good song tho. very good. when she wants, she wants the sun instead of the moon, when she sees she sees the stars inside of her room. and i've waited for her for so long, i've waited for her for so long i've wondered if i could hang on i wonder if i could hang on. let me go she said let me go she said let me go and i will want you more. it sounds so sweet, you know?
enter bella.
i wonder what's in her bag. her messenger bag she keeps strapped around her neck. she keeps her layers on. i wonder if she dons her winter coat and sweatpants in the summertime too. the layers go deeper than that. obviously they would have to in order to talk about how she wants jewish hitler's baby. and batman and robin. and how someone shot her in the stomach. he must have. it's why she has trouble digesting her food.
hello rick. manic. manic rick. good guy. busy man. does his chores, ya know?
meanwhile, mario has gone to bed. lucky too because i really thought he was going to flip out big time if george once more accused him of not doing his kitchen chores. then again, george is gone too, and even though he is two weeks into it, he knows more than me. like where they keep the keys to the cigarette closet. that one i had to ask mario. it's bad when you have to ask the consumer where the keys are. who's nuts now, eh?
john i know almost nothing about, but i did notice the nervous, measuring look that he gave me. it's tough for them, the heavy turnover rate. who is this girl, why is she in my house? i'm almost old enough to be her grandfather and this complete stranger is taking care of me.
karen. is she bulemic or does she have a phobia about using either of the other consumer bathrooms? she's been in the office four times since i came on site to use the bathroom. four times in 4 hours. eh, not my business. or is it? there is a thin line as to what they can keep to themselves and what is entirely my business for the purpose of protecting their business.
it's a job this balancing act. the balancing act part is more work than the actual work part.
thirty-six more minutes, then i drive to ob from nth brunswick. and i go to bed as soon as i brush my teeth and change into designated sleep clothes. and then i wake up at 630. i really do want to go to the gym tomorrow but i was so tired last night..and this morning..i came home from keeping two eyes on the spoiled brat w/ the pouty face who calls me "stupidhead" and i closed those eyes until 11:05. i had reset my alarm ................. roughly 5 times. between 10 and 11:05. There just wasn't enough of a reason to drag my butt out of bed the second time today.
33 more minutes. we should watch catch me if you can on friday. for old times' sake. those feelings seem overwhelming these days. probably because the rest of the day seems to overwhelming. i'll be ready to run at 330pm on wednesday. bye bye finnigan. til next monday.
going to make the rounds. love you all.