cup on counter. sugar, cream. pour. stir. snap lid. pass. repeatrepeatrepeat.
it seems my job gets more and more stressful everyday. I burnt my thumb today. then fantasized about taking all the pots, and letting them smash all over the floor. the thought of it gives me shivers.

eb is going to dal. when he told me, I went to biology class with the biggest smile on my face. I can't believe I doubted him.

this song was stuck on my head all day. mott the hoople, and it's a song that isn't All The Young Dudes!