Sunday, September 25, 2005

It's 3:30 in the morning, and I'm still up staring at the ceiling. I figure that Starbucks will open in a few hours, but the rat-bastard-barista who didn't give me DECAF in my 4:45 p.m. latte like I requested probably won't be back on shift until 1:00 or so this afternoon. Maybe I'll be rested up by then. Maybe not. Either way, the fury this little man is going to feel from me will be untempered by sweet sweet elusive slumber. I swear I'm going to use that steamer on his ear. I'm thinking a real Tony Montana moment, right there, with maybe some soy milk.