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I'm cramping. Ow, ow, ow. I cannot wait until next Sunday. Then I can start taking my pills. I've missed my pills. Then I can avoid this painful shit next month.
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It didn't snow last night. When I was leaving to work, some snow started to fall. The first hour or so it snowed rather steadily, but it didn't stick.
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Work was very slow today. Most of the other cashiers like it when it's busy, because of how time goes by, but I do not. I begin to get pissed off when I have to ring up person after person after person. Eventually just want to scream, "Get away from me! Get the fuck away!", like I wanted to yesterday. So today was good. Minimal amount of idiots on the loose.
At one point, I was put on express, and Alex walked in. He made eye contact with me, which meant he was going to come over. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and he passed behind me, making the comment, "I'll be back in a minute." I responded with "ok...", because it wasn't like I was anxious to talk during the slight busy period of customers while on express. Especially to him. Alex eventually came back, and he positioned himself behind me, leaning back on the register behind us. That is what he does. He can't be like one of my regular stalkers. He comes into the store just for the reason to talk to me, and he'll walk around the store to pretend like he will buy something, and then he will come back up front and hang around me while I'm working until I'm free enough to talk to him. He would usually stare and watch me while I was working until I was able to talk, which is creepy. This time, however, he found someone to talk to, and he did so for about 15 minutes. He found a couple of seconds to make some small talk with me, but when I started working, he walked up to the office to talk to the people in there. He eventually came back, and apologized for not stopping by the past couple of weeks. Uhm, yeah. I missed the unannounced, inconvenient visits so much and everything. We talked some more, and he asked me what time I got off work. Usually I am able to get by with an "I don't know... They're cutting hours, and I just knew what time to show up." But he wouldn't go away. Wouldn't accept that answer. So I went ahead and told him 5. Then, of course, he said he would try to stop by later.
So now I am hiding. Usually my parents leave the light on in the kitchen, bathroom, and sometimes the living room. My father left as soon as I got home to some party thing, so I turned off all the lights in the house, and closed the room to my door. So unlike last time, he won't even need to pull in the driveway, because the house looks like no one is home, and there are no cars in the driveway. But you never know. He may be that stupid.
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It's a quater till midnight. I am tempted to start watching for the snow they're predicting, even if I know full well that it won't start until probably 6 AM. Even if I know full well that it probably won't snow at all.
I'm tired. I think I may go to bed soon.