so...
Work was pretty boring, and I still have to go work my normal shift tonight.
My car needs new tires. Buh-bye, tax return. That's what I get for taking my car in for an oil change.
My roommate made some sort of mystery food and the smell is making my headache worse.
My car needs new tires. Buh-bye, tax return. That's what I get for taking my car in for an oil change.
My roommate made some sort of mystery food and the smell is making my headache worse.