it’s 1am friday morning. i should be sleeping but i had to write a newsletter for the staff. there is always so much information to get accross and how could we all meet all the time?
tonight was busy, we were on a wait until 10pm. dj nora debuted in lightnin’ salvage and she was killing it. thursday nights is going to be the night to go hang at LSE. dj nora is it, baby.
the pies came out looking tight tonight. i don’t think i messed up a one. we even took 20 large pies to the uf philosophy department for the 4th year in a row. i hope they liked those soggy dogs. there’s really no way to get 20 crispy pies into boxes and across town. shoot, they go softy after about 5 minutes in that cardboard. it kills me to lose the quality but what am i gonna do?
long day for me. my son was quite obstinate this morning. we had an argument that left me in a sour mood from the start. if he would just listen to me… i wish i could remember what it was like to be 5.