I mean, at least it's not desperate.
I wish I could dream of something that would leave me waking up happy.
I have to work today.
I have a job at a bank and I have to work on Columbus Day.
Tomorrow, we open. Opening day. I hope I don't suck at life tomorrow.
Tonight I should probably paint. Or maybe I can on Wednesday.
I just don't know how hours are really going to go this week.
This is the most boring post ever.