i kind of think maybe i don't so much like my job anymore.
i know i don't like the guy who used the last of the toilet paper in the women's restroom and didn't bring back a new roll.
and i hate how i can't stop myself from going, even when i know there's no toilet paper.
but i have to laugh about getting cramps the day after i talked about how rarely i get them.
i just want to curl up in bed right now, but i guess i'll go to lunch instead.