I just returned from the record store, where I work part-time. We got a few good titles in today, and I bought a few. I also got a copy of Mercury Rev’s All Is Dream out of the used bin for a dollar. I already own two copies, but it was only a dollar.

Gerald came into the store to invite me to the Peralta concert tonight at Little Brother’s in the Short North. It sounds like a good show, A Planet for Texas and Bar Dexter are opening up, but I can't go. I told him I was working an extra shift at the cardboard box factory so I could have tomorrow off for the Social Distortion show at the Newport. Gerald called me a pussy and stormed out. He then stood in front of the store window, pressing his face against the glass and flipping me off for over an hour.

The girl, who works the checkout line at the supermarket, was not there when I went in today. Maybe she was just a figment of my imagination. I got a little flustered thinking about that and forgot to buy toilet paper, so I will have to keep using paper towels until I pick up some more. Luckily, I did remember to get some more whiskey.

Those dogs are barking again, and I'm going to be late for work.

5:28 p.m. - Wednesday