I will not drink coffee. I will not drink coffee. I will not drink coffee.
I slept through my alarm this morning. When my boss called me (waking me up) to ask why I wasn't at work, I begged to be allowed to stay home and sleep. They'd scheduled me for the idiot shift anyway (6am-9am). So I finally woke up for good at the same time as I was supposed to get off work. Huzzah!
After it twenty minutes of circling the parking lots at school this morning, I decided I was way too pissed off to go to class. I have to go to the bank anyway. I'd be dreadfully late. Not that I need a big excuse to avoid class at the best of times...
In other fun news, I got free underwear in the mail today. There is actually a rational explanation for this. This past spring, when all my bras disintegrated at precisely the same moment (probably because they'd all been purchased at precisely the same moment), and I went to Sears to buy more, they were having a 2-for-1 mail in rebate thingy. Apparently it takes four months to process such things. But now I have ridiculous amounts of underwear. I bet I could throw some on stage and not have to worry about getting them back. Except then I'd be at a concert with no bra, and I can't imagine that would be very comfortable (at least, not the concerts I go to).
Wow, I'm babbling about underwear. That's pretty pathetic. I'll go now.
After it twenty minutes of circling the parking lots at school this morning, I decided I was way too pissed off to go to class. I have to go to the bank anyway. I'd be dreadfully late. Not that I need a big excuse to avoid class at the best of times...
In other fun news, I got free underwear in the mail today. There is actually a rational explanation for this. This past spring, when all my bras disintegrated at precisely the same moment (probably because they'd all been purchased at precisely the same moment), and I went to Sears to buy more, they were having a 2-for-1 mail in rebate thingy. Apparently it takes four months to process such things. But now I have ridiculous amounts of underwear. I bet I could throw some on stage and not have to worry about getting them back. Except then I'd be at a concert with no bra, and I can't imagine that would be very comfortable (at least, not the concerts I go to).
Wow, I'm babbling about underwear. That's pretty pathetic. I'll go now.