The daytime was excellent.
Mardi Gras men with instruments, me and Jess with instruments, Jess's birthday, knick-knacks, free things and a sunny day.
The night time was awful.
Getting an insane amount of deliveries, feeling bile and too many humors invading my system, getting cursed out on the phone, dirty looks from many customers, and getting stiffed by an old douche of a man named Dick.

Not knowing myself is proving to be problematic.



When I was younger I pretended to be Posh.
Posh has no personality whatsoever.