Not feeling it

I worked Sunday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday of last week. Didn't do exceptionally well any of those days. I don't even care. I hit my 1,500 weekly goal, even though it took 4 days instead of 3 like it used to.

Wednesday was ok, got a vip at the very end of the night. Did a little bit of coke in vip, but nothing too crazy. Wasn't able to drive home due to 7 shots and 2 glasses of champagne consumed earlier in the night.

Thursday night was better. Had a regular in. Drank slightly too much and wasn't able to drive home. Also got a vip at the end of the night. Might have kissed the regular a little too much. Bleh.

Saturday was the worst as far as my misery level. I didn't drink at all, not even one sip of alcohol, so that put me in a bad mood. Saturdays are full of college kids and bachelor parties which puts me in a bad mood. And the polish guys I dealt with that night put me in a bad mood. They did pay 20 a dance instead of 10, but they were obnoxious and crude. There were probably 15 of them and everytime I danced for one of them all the others would watch. Not just sit back in their chairs kind of watching, but leaning in trying to peer at my asshole every time I bent over kind of watching. And the comments. "I want to eat your poosay-wouldn't you like dat?" Ugh. The manager let me leave early-1:45 or so-and I was home by 2:15.

Once I got home it was time to play 'find the drunk roommates/friends who need to be picked up in downtown atlanta game'. Luckily I found the first one walking down the street by herself at 2:45 in the morning in a shitty part of town like a retard. After I collected her I drove around the club district and spotted the other arm in arm with some dude, crying and wobbling around like a drunkard. I Herded her into the car as well and headed back to our nice not-so-safe home. Now that I'm working again I'm not really feeling the going out thing.

The Ex called me today but I didn't answer. We're seeing a show on Thursday so I don't really want to talk to him until then.

One of my friends at work is trying to set me up with a friend of her fiance. He's an ex punk/metal band guy who looks scary as hell but is actually pretty awesome. He's a vegan which is interesting and he's so different from anything I've ever dated. Plus I like the people he hangs out with-we could go on double dates and shit. On the other hand what I don't need right now is another guy to juggle. It's weird having so many to choose from and not really having feelings for any of them.

I don't know what happened to my feelings. Sometime after returning from Ireland and hanging out with my ex again I realized that they're barely there. It's nice but a bit sad.

I have to move out in 9 days and still haven't found a place to live. Haha.