Ug. Broken Hearts party.

I never thought I would say this, because on the occasions I have bartended it seemed so much the opposite, but industrial goths are shitty fucking tippers. 17 Items in coat check, $5 in tips, $3 of which is from an typical End Up-ian. I guess it's only the addiction to alcohol that prompts the goth to tip.

I am so stressed out this evening, it is actually making me nauseous. Blech. I should be home doing homework, but desperation for money drives me to work instead of succeed.

Ug.