It's Early.

Got up to let the dog out. He's eating now, so I'm just letting him chow down for a bit before we go back to bed.

Work was slow yesterday until about 5pm. Then, as always, the three piercings I did in all of yesterday came in at the same time. One girl got her tongue pierced and it was a family event. Everyone in the family - or at least all the women - shared a particular trait for loud enthusiasm and general spaciness (which is saying something coming from me). It was a particular mixture that was overwhelming for me. They're nice enough though. Just really intense.

I'm working the next 10 days straight. I'm covering the weekend... Being that we've had a prolonged slow period, and that I perform a service frequented by teens and young adults, the weekends are where the serious money is at. So, what I'm saying is that I'm glad I'm working more.

I feel like my thoughts are coming together poorly. Then again... it IS really early for me to try to be thinking at all, let alone writing the thoughts down in a cohesive manner...

It's time for bed... again.