the list of chaos

i dont know how this happened. It deleted my post. . . of course it was a long one, a good one, funny. But now it'll never be found. . .

I'm to tired to rewrite it. My mom is erging at 9:30pm right outside my door. I don't want to hear the words: guests, smile, eye contact, SERVICE. Or explain to another person that they failed to set up our building, or why I love this beautiful, strange, 14 hour work day, life. . .

maybe tomorrow.