i hear all sorts of things, or have for the last four days whilst slaving at ho'sho. "you have to discipline the kids". that's not really funny, but okay. i say stuff like "we have a merlot", "sure thing!" and um like "ah, liquid dessert" [sake anyone?...doh] exhaustion. pain. fake smile. i have like soy sauce henna on my arms. but at the end of the night the parking lot air smells so xylem-y sweet, and i'm not working 12 hours tomorrow. and i'm not getting sexually harassed on a sunday, which is the most i can do for the big S.E. the first time i cut my hair it was 15% to stop all unwanted thai chef attax. that was two years ago.