"Why is it that you always look so hot when you're depressed?"
I left work covered in toilet water. I figured it was time to request that my uniform be laundered.
Today I learned that it is simply impossible to explain the difference between the two "envelopes" when my audience can't differentiate between "good" and "well." I only tried because they seemed genuinely interested. I'm back to mispronouncing the verb for their sake. Or I could avoid using that word entirely, conversation isn't worth ignoring education.
I left work after cleaning only six rooms. It felt like I was there forever. My intestines are still freaking out about the spicy tuna lettuce wraps I attempted yesterday after work. So much for trying new things. My kitchen wreaks of failure. I doubt I'll ever finish the dishes. I'll eat off of the floor if I have to.
Sometimes I wish Xu had a facebook account so that I can leave him passive aggressive notes about tipping shit over, washing his face in the toilet and drying his paws on the toilet paper. Somehow I doubt anyone on facebook gives a shit that my special needs cat is still being special.
I haven't seen anyone all weekend. Shan has been out or sleeping, Lucas hasn't left Megan's. It hardly seems worth it to call anyone. I guess that's what you get when you attempt an exciting Friday night.
My face feels like it has been stuck in a dramatic frown ever since.
It's time to read.