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Work tonight was exhausting, one of those shifts where I had to simultaneously run food, bus a table, answer the phone, and seat a table. At one pt I picked up the phone while holding a billion plates, and the guy was so vague and so dumb and it Just Kept Going and by the time I could hand him over to the manager I'd sweated so hard on the reciever I needed two napkins to wipe it down. Mad gross. Also I have like a not-quite cold where my nose runs and I snorfle it down and my stomach is like, what is this nonsense? And I'm all, I know bro, it's pretty bogus.


So! Apparently there's a record store like three blocks from the restaurant. It's big and jammed with quality selections of vinyl and music books/dvds. I could have bought everything but limited myself to three 7"s (Boys Life/Giants Chair, Manumission's "Binary Lung" ep, and Impel/The Division of Laura Lee; the Manumission is an Ebullition release and still has all the ephemera, incl a cheesy poem by the guy who ran the label. WHY CANT I QUIT YOU, 90S HARDCORE). I plan on wasting great piles of money there in the future.

Also, my blender choked and died on hummus. HUMMUS. Chickpeas. Life is so unfair.