Woke up on the wrong side of the couch today. Went to get a hotdog for lunch. Out of liquid cheese and the mustard dispenser jizzed all over my cargo shorts, not the actual hotdog.
I got into a bad funk this afternoon at work. Already didn’t feel well and the creature that is my brain decided to peek into Pandora’s Box and I got so down. I’m feeling a lot better now but damn…I didn’t want to be me for a few hours.
I’m tired but know that sleep wont probably come till after sunrise.
Anyone wanna trade lives for a week?