punchy makes the best fruit punch.

i scrub at my face, but i can never seem to wash away the day. the people/the kids/the dollar bills.
my feet are killing me. and tomorrow i work again. that place is going to get the best of me. i can crack a joke and recieve no smile there. i don't know if people need to lighten up or i just need to do my job.
ups: i get ten minute breaks.
downs: i get old men staring at my chest.

its kinda breezy outside. not quite sweater weather, but its getting there. i'm starting to wear socks to bed again. cold weather is my favorite.