Wednesday night was my first night back after a 2 week hiatus.

I made absolutely no money until 11:15.

I did do a lot of shots with the bartender, the floor guy, the dj, and the manager!

I was saved by an hour VIP with a guy who i've been to VIP with a few times before.

He didn't remember me as evidenced by his exit statement: "I had a really good time, I think we have a lot of chemistry."

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I blew too high so I wasn't able to drive home. I tried to call my roommate to pick me up but his phone was off. I got a ride from the bartender (who's in love with me).

When I got home I didn't see my roommate's car in the lot so I checked his room. He was there-along with some random girl in his bed. Whatever.

I was far more upset than I should have been. Mostly because he couldn't bring me to my car the next morning. God forbid he goes out of his way to help me out. The fucking universe might collapse inside itself or something.

I'm moving in a month. I can't wait.