I’m the question, and you’re of course the answer

Good afternoon, my little bitches. I’ve been up, on and off since probably, around 4, but rolling out of bed at 4:51. I woke up at 4am freaking out that I missed my alarm. I didn’t. I fell back into a light sleep until 4:51, when I said fuck it. Close enough.

Coffee.

Feed the cats.

Stare at the TV until it was time to pre-heat the truck, and 10 minutes later, I stepped out into a windblown wasteland that is TinyTown before the sun comes up. I pull into work and start my day.

Lights on.

Count the cash.

Stand on top of the gas and diesel holding tanks, and scream into the void. After screaming, I head back inside, and kick out two customers, because we haven’t opened yet. Bing Bing forgot to lock the door. S’ok.

Back home now. Oven pre-heating for chunks of pig. Yum. And the bonus? I get to do it all over again tomorrow. But all day. Open to close.