it's barely two in the afternoon. i actually thought it was a different day today, i didn't intend to strand myself at work with no cash and no hope of lunch. oops. i'm not starving, but still horribly unprepared.
and i am ever so tired of driving through jackinthebox for the two tacos for 99 cents. and paying them with ashtray change.
last night/this morning i dreamt of the Osbournes, which is interesting since i've never actually watched them. keep meaning to get around to it. along with all the other things i keep meaning to do. i live such an ineffectual life, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting.
I stranded my self at work a couple weeks ago with no money and no food. It sucked. Even shaking the vending machines didn't produce any food. Work is horrible without any pop or candy.
i had bagels and stolen butter (well, borrowed. well, no, stolen). i toasted the bagels, put the butter on them, and piled sugar onto the butter. mmm, buttersugar.
"i live such an ineffectual life, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting."
There's something really profound (or something) about that remark.
(or something). yes.