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[Jul. 24th, 2013|09:31 pm]
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Right now I am waiting for my laundry to finish so that I can throw in the dryer and properly go to directly to bed.

I am very tired. I spent this early morning scrambling to get the black pants and safety shoes I needed for work from the mall and then bike to my work, only to realize that the street I was supposed to turn onto did not seem to exist. I called a taxi in a panic, only to find that I was going to the wrong Subway. The owner told me "512 S Tacoma Way", which I took to be an address. They meant it was the store by the 512 Transit Center. I don't know why the owner gave me a reference point with zero context instead of an address, but I guess I'm not allowed to be angry at them.

What I mean to say is that I was a half-hour late, my work forgave me, I forgave them.

I'm being trained as an opener tomorrow, which means I have to be there at 6:45 am sharp. Giddyup, Captain Rainbow.