I.G.A. has been really slow lately; we always bog down around the end of January, to about Valentine's Day. I don't know why. Thursday night, from 9:30 to close (at 11:00) there were no customers; the store only brought in $18 and that, my friends, was from all the cashiers buying food and drinks and eating at the registers to make time pass. Yesterday wasn't really fast, either. I got off half an hour early because we were so dead.

After work I cleaned out my closet, throwing away such things as an Army box full of seashells, a jock-strap, a fishing trophy wrapped in Christmas tree lights, and a half-dozen models (my helicopter reminded me of Black Hawk Down, if that gives you an idea of how smashed it was). I didn't do it as some sporadic act of grace; by this time next week I should be moved down into the re:modeled downstairs. The room is huge, spacious, and has twin windows, and I'll have lots of privacy. I am excited. I keep hounding Dad to get it done.

In about an hour and a half I will be on the road to I.G.A., working 10-4. It is an easy shift. I like it a lot better than the horrible 8-4; two hours less, and I get to sleep in! Afterwords I will probably either dig up a friend and go out to coffee at Borders, go out to eat with my dad or mom (if I can convince one of them to take me!) or just spend the rest of the day 'chilling' at home. Tomorrow proves to be more exciting: church, Rev, and friends!