Hey. Another day of wasting time. All those millions of things I need to do before I move and here I am, taking an entire weekend to not do shit. Maybe there really isn't THAT much to do? I don't know. Supposed to work tonight. The money would be good, but now that I'm in lazy mode, I hope it rains.

God, can I hate automated services more? I know that I listened to them for a living all summer, and you'd think I'd have a new level of patience because of it, but it seems to be the opposite. I mean, who designs these things? Who decides which your options are along the way? And if we find out who this guy is, does anyone mind if I take him into a room and beat him to death? He really does deserve it. I hate him...or her.

I'm trying to order cable and internet. I'm saying, "Hey, I would LOVE to use your service and give you money!" But they don't let me. Isn't that ridiculous? They deserve to go out of business because everyone who ever tries to call up and pay them money, their goddamn automated service won't let them reach an area to PAY. Every time I call, they ask for my phone number, but I don't have an LA phone number yet, so they keep directing me to Boston and then I get some moron who's like, "Well, you have to call the LA office," which I have about a billion times. So, after one full hour of calling every comcast phone number in the book and talking to three different Boston customer service people even after entering an LA zip code (which they say they don't service even though I KNOW FOR A FACT that they service that zip code) and not even dialing in ANYTHING resembling Boston, no area code, no zip code, nothing, I finally reached some number (still don't know if it's LA) asking me to call during normal business hours. Fuck you, fucking Comcast. You suck.

Ugh, I have to start getting ready for work. It's cold and kind of rainy. I haven't had to deal with shot-girl harrassment in like a month and I'll tell ya, not looking forward to it even though it's the last day I have to do it hopefully for the rest of my life (if God is indeed kind and merciful.) I have a headache, and I'm exhausted. I think they gave me liquid valium instead of coffee over there at Dunkin Donuts. The guy over at that counter was weird today too. He was all just standing there playing with something plastic and looking up at me every once in a while. So, eventually, I'm like, "Can I give you my order?" And he gives me this look like, "Obviously, moron," while he nods his head. I'm like, "Um...okay, can I have a medium French Vanilla with extra cream and sugar?" And he nods again, but continues to play with the plastic. So, I just sit there, watching him do whatever the fuck he's doing for about a minute, and then he gets my coffee. Just so weird. Why? Why?

Why can't it rain?

Okay, time to make some money. Hey, today may be the last day I work in the service industry ever again. That's kind of cool. But, I don't have a job yet in LA, so something tells me I shouldn't be packing up my apron just yet.

Off I go. Wish me luck. Have a great day. Stay inside away from others.