Crazeieieieie
My day was nuts. And I starting crying like three times even though I never cry. Then I was walking along, trying to make myself feel better by thinking about the possibility of quitting school. I walked by this middle-aged guy with a foreign accent (hell if I know what kind of accent..Italian maybe? Probably not) who handed me half a loaf of bread and told me to throw it at the ducks. So I did. Then he gave me a bag of rolls. He showed me a duck with a broken beak. Then he was leaving and said he'd see me next week. I said, "I'll be here."