Random Thought up. "Reading and Wishing"

10:48pm
Welcome to hell. I'm standing in an empty, freezing room listening to the worst techno of my life, and I'm trying to write humorously about it, but my hand is so cold that I can barely hold my pen.

11:30pm
This is how slow and cold it is in here. I just spent five minutes in the bathroom running my hands and wrists under the hot water until I could wiggle my fingers enough to write this. I've been here two hours and I've made $5. I'm starting to reevaluate my occupation.

I'd rather be home putting some hardener on my nails. They feel a bit soft.

<counting> Eight people in the room who don't work here. Did I say room? I meant club. not. How can they call this room a club? If I hammer a drum and press orchestra hit on my Yamaha, is my bedroom a club?
Maybe I'll try looking on the bright side. Let's see…what's the bright side to being cold, forced to listen to music I hate at the most unnecessary volume, and be making NO money when I could've hung out with my friends? Yeah. Not finding one. I think they actually have the air conditioning on even though it's 27 degrees out. I HATE BEING COLD.

11:46pm
Just made $1.50. These three unbelievably generous women left me their quarters. Now I can buy that house I always wanted.

You know, this would be okay if I had a laptop here connected to the internet, and I could catch up on emails I need to write.

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