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I don't look at the days anymore. Wtf? It's already the 29th!? I miss the numbers in a good way as if all my days are stringing together, leading up to something big. My nights are smokey with card games and sitcoms, while my days are busy and go quickly . I was tipped $1 on a $200 check last night by teenagers. It was the third time i've nearly cried at work, meaning it's rare that i ever get that upset. And so, we mellowed out and talked about all things and i kicked his ass at Gin Rummey. The Aces were on my side. I feel safe and soundly content in that place and wait impatiently for more. I am an excited being and i worry constantly. I wouldn't be me if i could button up a shirt right the first time. B