do this to myself every single Sunday night. On Monday mornings I do not want to wake up and it’s partially because I was up too late on Sunday night. I don’t know what it is about trying to squeeze out the last little bit of weekend.
I’ve started sneezing again. Not those dry, dust-in-the-air sneezes but wet you’re-catching-another-cold sneezes. Gross. I don’t want to get sick again.
Went to the grocery store tonight. Waited in a long line and cussed out a guy that tried to run me over in the parking lot. I’m coming out of the store pushing a cart full of groceries; he’s flying across the parking lot doing at least 25 where he should have only been doing five. When he saw me he sped up a little bit. I started talking shit under my breath. He must have seen my lips moving because as he got close up on me he said, “Take your time. Just walk as slow as you want,” in a very sarcastic voice. I told him that pedestrians have the right of way and “just where did you get your license from anyway you asshole?” Yes, I went there. Then I started laughing.
Tomorrow is the first day at the new place and I don’t have butterflies or anything.
There is nothing stressing me out.
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