No evening work tonight. I should be happy, but I am not. Yesterday's stomach pit has turned into an avacado, festered with maggots.
And I might have a food allergy.
Why not right? Life couldn't possible suck enough already. No more yummy bready carbs for me either. Take that!
My day was spent dodging a tiny fly at work. He landed on me at least 10,345 times (I am not making that number up, you in back HUSH). It is the equivalent of a slow road to instanity. Four tiny legs at a time. At one point there were two fly swatters in the office but after searching vigilantly, I could not find either. WTH?
That little sucka is lucky or he'd be so dead by now.
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