Work is going to be such shit tomorrow that I’m hoping I’ll get violently ill sometime between now and 6AM. I’m not good at lying, so I can’t call out if I’m not actually sick. I’m actually willing to spend the entire day crying in the bathroom floor to avoid going to work in the morning.
Sometimes I go to my favorite restaurant and eat alone. It’s like a date, but with myself. And I always put out.
I still get inconsolably depressed when I remember that Harry Potter is over forever.
My Saturday night has basically boiled down to watching Harry Potter and waiting to get more Candy Crush lives, and I ain’t even mad.