This last hour of work feels like a million hours long.
I’m going to lose my mind!
or what’s left.
just a shriveled little thing. sometimes I put droppers of water on it to hydrate it and it grows and smiles and then drys and cries.
i have no idea what i’m talking about.
Ya know, when I’m like this, I can’t write. I’ve tried to write on everything, but it all comes out crap.
little doo doo balls.
ew. doo doo.
How about some words I hate:
Dookie. I hate that word.
and that’s all I can think of for now. thanks for playin!
Seriously… BRAIN IS DONEZO.
My spicy chicken bowl was divine. I didn’t even have to add chili sauce. it was so scrum-diddly-umptious!
So Baboo has been picking me up from work and spoiling the pants off me!
However, he’s not picking me up today and I have to ride the train home and they better be nice to me or else! *glare and fist shake*
27 more minutes.
omigah! can I do it?
I’m a bit pissed though.
See, I have to go home and finish dinner. Feed everyone. SHOWER (cuz i can’t go to the dr. smelling of work and train!) Go to the Doctor. Spend however much time there by myself feeling grossed out about everything (I could probably whine and pout and get Baboo to go, but I won’t subject him to that torture!). Go to the store for some odds and ends. Come home and go to sleep. No friday night drink or anything I normally do.
Because I need to wake up early tomorrow because my dumb butt thought ‘oh! I should make a nice big breakfast since we’ll be running around town!"
WHY DID I COMMIT MYSELF TO THAT?!
so now I have to do that.
I just bought an online gift card for my cousin.
that makes me happy.
blah blah blah.
is today over yet?
15 more minutes.
but at least I can go to the bathroom *burn 5 minutes* and clean myd esk *burn 8 minutes* and then GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE.
that’s what I’m gonna do!
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Last Words (A zombie apocalypse survival diary, for your reading pleasure and future knowledge when they take over the world. Yes, I am the author.)