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21 April So we all had tuna fish sandwiches yesterday! Yes, I, because of my innate sense of honour, made tuna salad on Monday night, even though I only got home at 1.30a. Actually, though, because I had to go to the supermarket and get celery and bread and sandwich baggies, I actually got home at 1.50a. And yet I still made tuna salad! The whole reason that I did it was because I had promised The Raccoon and she had doubted that I could make it and go to a 10p movie on the same night, not to mention getting in early yesterday because I had to do the French again last night. So basically I did it just to show her! I never claimed to be mature. I was exhausted all day after going to bed at 3.30a and getting up at 8.30a, but that tuna got made, dammit! So I brought in three sandwiches, one for me, one for her, one for Nik, and The Raccoon loved it so much that she's threatening to give me a can of tuna every week! I left last night just as Nik was about to have his lunch so I don't know his reaction.
The show was fine last night, not so much a zoo at all, but man, I just get so tense in the box office. I am not a tense person, I tend not to stress at all, I know you think that's funny considering how much I bitch and complain, but usually it's pretty good-natured and all that complaining may be what keeps me relaxed, 'cause things don't build up! But anyway, something about running a box-office (I was the box office manager at Love Creek for five years, now I just help out during the French) just stiffens the back of my neck. It's like physically juggling 100 people. It's like herding eels. It's like shoveling the ocean. And they are all idiots.
I don't feel like being funny anymore. This is too much.
-Spalding Gray-Swimming to Cambodia
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