I was supposed to go to bed earlier than this. I was falling asleep on the futon, but kept staring at the bad tv. I like to sit there and do nothing on Mondays. It's the bridge between the weekend an the start of the real work week (when I need to "work" nights as well). I need to get up earlier than usual tomorrow to shower and find something to wear (and hopefully find my magic card). I was too comfortable on the floor cushion to take care of these responsibilities. I did eat a ham sandwich today. That was difficult. I'd purchased the supplies to start packing lunches, but before I had a chance to make any, I somehow already got my fill of ham sandwiches for awhile. But I had to eat it. I couldn't let it go to waste. I'll have to have another tomorrow.

I have nothing to wear to work for the spring. I wore long-sleeved shirts and sweaters. By this time last year I was hours away from being on tour and then returned to work at the newsstand. I have a couple of short-sleeved shirts I could probably rotate, but they don't conceal all my tattoos. Last year I was told not to worry about it, and I've seen other people with them. It's just that it's the stupid fucking snake tattoo that always sticks out.