Butterfingers

3 hours of sleep is obviously insufficient when working a 10-hour shift that commences at 9 blardy am. Barely into the first 3 hours of work, my accomplishments apart from juggling doing the opening and serving the early guests, include successfully breaking a milk jug, getting nicked in the process and scraping myself on the right leg against sunbed 4 while delivering a QP Pizza to the guest. The misfortune did not end there. A sudden downpour in the late afternoon caught us by surprise and in trying to clear the ashtrays and the tins of cocktail napkins from the unsheltered tables, I somehow in my haste, unknowingly cut my smallest toe on the left foot. Blardy deep cut that exposed my flesh! Ouch! I am so prone to injuries, with the numerous bruises and cuts on my legs from the time I started working at Coastes. A new one pops out even before the old wounds (mostly blue blacks) could recover. My throat is itchy. I'm slacking right now cos my shift is long over but I stayed on partially to see more of him and partly cos I didn't feel like going back home to face the family. And also cos I get to spend more time with my Gothic Jap Porn Star. Would certainly have fallen asleep had it not been for the many sticks I inhaled. It's now that hard to just fall asleep now. Yawn.