Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge, bought it at an auction at the Mason’s Lodge

Ugh, it’s early. Wicked early. The alarm went off at 6 am. It’s too early for this. This day is going to be a shit show. It started yesterday morning. With the boss asking if everyone will be ready to leave at 7:30. I didn’t bother to reply for several hours, just out of spite. I gave some ideas whether or not we should meet at the store or out at the corner.

She left me on read for 5 hours. BossLady is a narcissist. I am starting to refuse to play her little games. This is how she exerts what power she thinks she has. I bet NewGirl a dollar if we have to wait for her.

I’m betting we will.

But I’m determined to be as positive as possible. I’ll be quiet in the morning, because I’m not a morning person, and of course BossLady will think I’m mad at her. She’s admitted to me that she needs to be liked by everyone.

But I’ll be just fine once I wake up, and then I’ll be my usual bubbly self. Ha! Me? Bubbly?

Ok, time to wake up, and greet this dark, cold day. Happy Tuesday!

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