So tired. And I didn't even work today. Sam hasn't called and D is inpatient. I'm in an irritable sort of mood- the usual farting and poop jokes just aren't funny... oh wait- they never were. This is where I live. I'm still appreciative of my living situation despite immaturity but it just gets annoying after a while. It's nice to have a moment of quiet or a small intellectual piece of conversation. I have to work tomorrow and Friday, but supposedly I get paid on friday. Yay. I scrounged(sp?) my money together to buy a transit pass for 10 trips. Now I have no $ for lunch but whatever. My hand is still puffy and bruised from getting caught in between the cart and some stupid christmas tote- the guy who did it did it by accident but he acted like he didn't care. I wonder if he's nice to me (besides the hurt hand) because he thinks im pregnant. I need to make a shirt "I'm not pregnant I'm just FAT" or something to that affect. Must go to bed so as to get up at 6:45. I <3 Dawn and Sam!!!I <3 Katey Fantone!lol...


~*Mollie*~