apparently there was a really bad storm here this morning (er yesterday morning)…so black it seemed like night time. lightning and wind that took down trees and caused most of niagara falls to lose power…bad hail. and i barely heard it. heard maybe 5 cracks of thunder. i had no idea it was that bad of a storm.

my goal is for this week to be my first 40 hour week since i got promoted. but i really don’t want to go and stay 8 hrs on tuesday. i floor tomorrow, baccarat tuesday, floor fri and sat, deal sunday. i for sure will not be staying all 8 hrs on sunday, the day before my vacation begins. so staying all 8 hrs tuesday is my only hope at a 40 hour week. dealt all night today and i’m really tired now. i am going to force myself to get out of bed at 12:30 tomorrow. really. i am.

i was told by 3 new dealers today that i am 1. intimidating, even when i’m dealing not flooring or 2. look miserable. as for the intimidating, i said yeah i get that alot. and then they went on to say that i was really nice LOL. the other guy asked if i liked my job cuz i look miserable. i said i always look miserable lol. and apparently i look like a groupie. cuz the 2 that were telling me i’m intimidating also made a comment that i got my inxs shirt from the band when i was backstage. i’m like wtf?!? lol how’d they know

i forget what else i had to say.

wacked out dreams. dreamed i had a complete makeover and haircut from some really expensive salon in nyc. my makeover specialist was really cool and only charged me 7 dollars for the makeup job and threw in the hair cut for free. my hair was really short. like winona ryder short. and my makeup changed colors each time i looked in the mirror. then the makeover specialist went psycho. she invited me to some huge party at her house, so i went cuz i figured i sorta owed her for the free makeover. she showed me around her really cool loft, and then took me into her art exhibit…which was 4 rooms full of tvs each showing something different. not tv shows, but photos. she had taken me in there to show me some photo of marilyn manson she had taken. then it got psycho, and i was talking to some guy who said the whole thing was a plot to kill all the people at the party. so we went running through the tv rooms trying to find clues as to where the bomb was, and how to save everyone. it was nuts.

tho i like the doors. some of their “not hugely popular” songs just sound like circus music