Last two days have sucked. Managers rewrote my schedule so I cant see amanda this weekend. Sabrina tried to kill herself yesterday. My favorite dishwasher from work died in his sleep over night. I made no money this morning. I work two doubles this weekend. Grr
saturday-night-hemorrhagic-fever:
I’ve decided that most of what we think is senility in old people is actually them reciting inside jokes from their youth.
Sixty years from now, I’ll sitting in my wheelchair, watching my great grandchildren open Christmas presents. At one point I’ll yell “four for you, glenn coco! You go, glenn coco!” In the other room, my children will begin discussing nursing home options.
