I’m so tired of these coffee withdrawl symptoms. Its mostly just a headache. I don’t feel cranky, or tired, but I just can’t handle these headaches. They are the slow rolling, gently throbbing, but excrutiating type. My eyes feel as though they will soon explode. Asprin doesn’t help. All I know is that if I don’t drink coffee it will be with me until the end of the day. I try to resist coffee, but I never succeed. Perhaps I should make a game of seeing how many hours it takes for me to give in. Probably at 4pm, when I go to work.

Today is inventory day, which is neither exciting or horrifying. More of a pain in the ass. I just sit there and count things one by one. Everything in the store. I have it mostly down to a science, and I am capable of finishing in under three hours sometimes. Today I’ll probably stretch it out and go slowly. I lost an eight hour shift to do this!

Yesterday was almost completely uneventful at work. I did the normal making coffee routine for six hours to the same customers as always, then went for lunch in the staff caffeteria. For the rest of the day I transfered orders and put them away - nicely because I have to count them today.

We do have one customer right now who’s staying in the hotes and is extremely good at sending shivers down my oh so receptive spine. He’s six foot something. He’s a big guy, but one of those big guys that are neither muscular, or fat. They seem just utterly perfect for their body. He’s someone who could wrap me in his arms and swallow me in a hug. He has an average face, but a beautiful accent comes out of his mouth. Southern states somewhere. I’m guessing Texas, but only because thats where most buisness travellers to Calgary come from. The quirky thing about him his the hat he wears. Its an Australian hat. He wears it all the time. I’ve decided that I have a weakness for Aussie hats. His name is Malcom, which I know from a simple peek at his Credit card.

Goodness I’m horny now! I just realized that I wrote enough detail about Malcom that anyone who knows him would be able to identify him. Oh well. Maybe he’ll see my journal and fall in love with me for ever! Well, dreams come true - just not this big, and not for me:)

Last night Dean’s ex roomate brought over two bags of clothes that Dean had left us when he went back to Ottawa. It was absolutely a blast. Jason and I each got a few extra oufits. We had a laugh of a time dressing up in some of the more exotic items Dean had. I found a neat sort of see through shirt that I love. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the guts to wear it. Mostly because I have a gut that prevents me from wearing it. And you can see my nipples in certain light. Jason said it looked quite sliming on me. Perhaps I’ll give it a try one day.

It seemed strange though when one of your best friends in the world is reduced down to only the clothes he wore. He never calls or emails us. All we know is that people we know in Ottawa have seen him out partying. I’m the type of person that has an easier time not talking anymore. I need to repress the sadness so that I won’t have to feel it. Is that healthy? I doubt it.

Argh! I spent two years repressing sadness that I felt towards Dan leaving. Just when I finaly had it perfectly repressed. Here he is, in my face. I have do deal with my emotions towards him again.

I think I’m going to watch a bit of Daytime television, eat lunch and create a new hairstyle for myself. Then its inventory time.

Leo