14 hours or the day that wouldn't quit
I left my little house at 8am today. And here I am, just getting home at 10pm. Today was the worst. THE WORST. I got an email from google that basically said "that's for submitting your resume, but we hate you" thanks. I stressed on the orange and red lines cuz it was taking forever to get to Davis, just so I could have lunch with Kevin. I passed sometime with Alex and then Sarah, and then... and then.. the shittiest test ever. It was hard, it was too long, I didn't bring the right materials. And I thought I would be ok. And then I felt like such a dumb-ass when I didn't know what I was doing. I like knowing what I am doing and I like when things work out. That was not today.
On my walk home it occured to me that I really wanted to sleep outside. Tonight would be perfect. We could pitch a little tent in my parking lot (since I dont even have a yard) and sleep. Or just lie outside, maybe in the park? I'd love to wake up covered in dew tomorrow.
Yea.
On my walk home it occured to me that I really wanted to sleep outside. Tonight would be perfect. We could pitch a little tent in my parking lot (since I dont even have a yard) and sleep. Or just lie outside, maybe in the park? I'd love to wake up covered in dew tomorrow.
Yea.