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I don’t care if Carl’s Jr. or whatever it is out here gives free senior drinks. We don’t. We offer a discount with ID. Or free coffee with purchase of a breakfast sandwich if you’re on the network. That’s it. That’s what we offer. Well that and a student discount, but that’s with ID from the campus. And no before anybody asks - one from when you were a student five years ago will not work. Current ID’s only. My cashiers check.

Speaking of my cashiers after what I dealt with today while covering the register so one of them could go on break - they’ve been given permission to respond verbally to bullying customers however they see fit. This guy in his 80’s came up and was trying to bully me into giving him a free donut with his combo since he didn’t want a drink. There’s no way we can substitute that way. Before he went stomping out he asked me if I felt good about myself refusing his simple request and refusing to help an old man out. Judging by the way he hit the door bar as he exited I don’t think he liked my question back. All I did was ask if he felt good about himself asking people to give him free things that he wasn’t entitled too.

I had another dream last night. Really starting to feel like some kind of weird alt reality I'm living.

So we captured a Wraith and I tried to establish a relationship with him. Gave him the name Steve since he wouldn't tell me if he had a name. I don't even know if Wraiths use names. Anyway. We went to this planet where the scientists there were working on a blood alteration to fight off a Wraith feeding. Our doc went to help them and we used Steve as a guinea pig to test it and it seemed to work, he was unable to feed off the test subject. That guy died a little while later, but he was terminally ill so his death could have been from his illness. Except Steve died too. And by the time Carson could warn the lead scientist, half the population of these people had been inoculated, based on one test run result. So yeah, it wasn't perfected, or even close, and all those people started getting sick and dying. And their leader was like, so we lose a few, the Wraith won't mess with us. I do not understand that mindset in my dreams, and I do not understand that mindset in the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I'm running a 50% off flash sale on for flying lessons. That includes 6 lessons. Under 18 requires a parent or legal guardian signature. If you're interested come on down to [location] and ask for John.

My dream self continued to resist sleep. Started having hallucinations of a tattooed guy in a corn field. The field is a common theme in my dreaming dreams. Not sure what it means. Maybe I should check into the symbolism. Or maybe not. Not sure I want to know.

Anyway, Samson convinced me to take him into town. Almost wrecked the truck because I could barely keep my eyes open. We went to the Templar lodge, or whatever it's called, looking for info. Those guys were as tight lipped as they come. We got exactly nothing, and walked away with a feeling like there was definitely something there. We just didn't find it.

Back at camp, I took an ice bath to try and stay awake. Gabe found me. Somehow he has kept up the ruse of his broken arm. But he carried me to his mother's trailer. And, yeah. Ruthie and me, we got a thing going. And she totally used her influence to make me finally give in to sleep. Even though I resisted, and tried to tell her how bad it is. Not just seeing Scudder. But the corn field, the running, always running.

I never seem to stop running. I know these dreams within dreams are trying to tell me something, but I have no idea what that is. I just wake up exhausted.

Made comfort food..for once didn't just rely on door dash so I guess that's one point in my direction for effort? A for Effort in the attempts at being a functioning human being? Cajun rice..kind of a garbage bag of things but decent all the same.

[Kara]
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