Last night I stayed up till 3:00 in the morning with Andrew and Justin (2 other guys on project) and we worked on the song that we are going to perform at Bre's (girl on project who's engaged) wedding. It was a good time, but I ended up crawling in to bed with the thought that it was going to be a long day at McDonalds the next day. I forgot to set my alarm so God woke me up instead. I woke up at exactly the time when I had to leave. I had slept in my McDonald's uniform since I knew I wouldn't want to put it on in the morning. It was 7:45 when I finally got in my car, and then I had to wait a while for a dump truck to move so I could leave our parking lot. I went to work and my stomach wasn't feeling too great. It must have been the Tiajuana Flats I had the night before. No, I take that back. It was probably the small cup of hot sauce I drank because someone dared me to.

A burning throat and a sick stomach is a small price to pay for getting a little bit of attention... right?

I told my manager that I would like to go home if they could find someone to work for me. I guess God knew I needed the day off because a guy named Tony picked up my shift. I apologized to him when he came in, but he didn't care because he didn't have anything better to be doing.

A woman started complaining about her food and I slipped past her and made my way out the door. As the door was closing I could hear the annoying voice of the woman and the soft murmured apologies as the sad McDonalds employees tried to get her difficult order right.

I got in my car. Turned the air conditioner on. Radiohead's Kid A started playing and oddly the sick feeling in my stomach wasn't there any longer. I guess I had left it inside.

I pulled out of my parking spot and left that obnoxiously red and yellow painted building behind.