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Wednesday, September 03:

I see it's getting closer to Halloween. That's my favorite time of the year. I get so giddy and excited around this time! I'm already seeing mountains of candy corn being heaped upon the already burdened metal shelves of our store. We're actually getting costumes in this year! That's new to the store. We normally get little kitschy knickknacks and loads (if not pounds) of candy, and that's it. This year, at my workplace, we've expanded.

So it looks like my week and a half of bad luck is going away. I didn't even bother writing a journal entry because it'd be depressing anyway for you, the viewers and readers, to scan over it. That's not fair on your part! I've had the worst- and I mean WORST- luck lately.

To sum it all up, I had this scenario one night: A man was cussing me out, using every word he could come up with, for nearly two minutes just because he couldn't use his Mastercard how he wanted it. He just kept standing there, his wife like a broken parrot as she repeated his vulgar sentences. I stood there, listening to him, trying to ignore my flushing cheeks. I was embarrassed but, at the same time, I knew it wasn't my fault at all.

"Well, Sir," I muttered, as he finally turned to leave. "Thanks for making such a wonderful, big deal of this!"

Moving back to my stock, I went over to a box. Producing a box cutter, I slipped the blade out, slicing through the tape that held that blasted container together. I was cutting right through it...

...when a customer came up behind me, startling me.

Of course, as my friends know, I scare way too easily. I jumped a little, turning around quickly. Listening to the customer, I pointed her down the "lane", right down to the toilet paper. Turning back to the box, I felt something strange. Why was my hand hurting? I looked down at my left hand, right on the side of my thumb, and I stared for a bit.

Huh, I thought. Wow, look at that blood flow.

I admit I was a bit slow that night. I took me about ten seconds to realize that I had slashed my finger good. It wasn't too deep, but deep enough that it was bleeding all over the place. From my knuckle down the entire length of my thumb finger, I had sliced it open. Sucker hurt like crazy when I doused it in antibacterial wash. In fact, I have a strong tolerance to pain, but even then I whimpered, "holy s**t, it burns my flesh!!! God, stupid box cutter!"

Minus ten to the health point meter, and minus a hundred for my sanity and intelligence meter! So much for safety measures on the box cutter, I suppose. In my case, they don't apply to me, and it's like I don't even have them on that little device. I'm dangerous to myself! gonk

That little night basically sums up how my entire week (and a half) has been. I've been run down, depressed, dragging and genuinely listless. Well, I have some good things appearing in the future! Hopefully that will brighten my mood.

Oh, and I'm back to writing my novel again (after about a month long hiatus). Feels good to be writing!

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