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re: College
WET. Walked to work in the pouring rain, and boy did my walkin' boots pick a great day to die on me! One of the soles just completely flopped off on my way home last night so I was left with simple shoes this morning. Wet socks, wet jeans, cold heart, can't lose.
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I want pizza.
Mom's lingering hacking cough progressed into random projectile vomiting last night (we're gonna need a new Boo Bucket :( ) and a complete inability to even stand, and there was talk of Dominic taking her to the hospital today, but when I saw her this morning she was feeling well enough to attempt going to work again, which is... something, I suppose.
Spent too much of the night stress cleaning, and boy are my eyes bloodshot today. I did take a real nice bath, though! I regretted not taking more baths on my week off.
5. Did You Want to Go to College? Where Did You Want To Go? Did You Get To Go There?
No, N/A, yeah I guess. The best part of turning thirty was people finally stopped asking me when I planned to go back to school. It's like a job, but you have to pay to go there? Fuck outta here.
You know what I could really go for right now? Totino's glory hole. Or some sort of pneumatic tube delivery system, and the very least.
It's seven thirty in the morning, and I want pizza.
Mom's lingering hacking cough progressed into random projectile vomiting last night (we're gonna need a new Boo Bucket :( ) and a complete inability to even stand, and there was talk of Dominic taking her to the hospital today, but when I saw her this morning she was feeling well enough to attempt going to work again, which is... something, I suppose.
Spent too much of the night stress cleaning, and boy are my eyes bloodshot today. I did take a real nice bath, though! I regretted not taking more baths on my week off.
5. Did You Want to Go to College? Where Did You Want To Go? Did You Get To Go There?
No, N/A, yeah I guess. The best part of turning thirty was people finally stopped asking me when I planned to go back to school. It's like a job, but you have to pay to go there? Fuck outta here.
You know what I could really go for right now? Totino's glory hole. Or some sort of pneumatic tube delivery system, and the very least.