I’m craving chocolate, for some reason. Actually, anything sweet would do, I think. I don’t often crave sweet stuff, which makes it even more difficult to resist the siren call of the candy machine. But! The price of candy bars has gone from 60¢ to 75¢, so I think I’ll do without, thankyouverymuch. I have some oatmeal, for sweet snack emergencies. That’ll have to do. It’s definitely not a candy bar, though. Hrmph.
Today is yet another in the seemingly endless parade of “party” days: Chili Luncheon day, to be exact. I shall not be attending, because I object to being pressured into socializing with my coworkers. Not that I don’t enjoy their company, mind you. I just don’t want to hang out and eat with them. Plus, the co-mingled smells of raw onions and fruit punch wafting through the halls are nausea inducing. Alsoalso, I share a bathroom with them and know how many of them do not wash their hands. Ew.
So, this day sucks in all sorts of ways. It could suck more, though. A man was beaten to death by his roommate with a sledge hammer and a claw hammer (I believe that’s what’s referred to as overkill) in an argument over who would purchase toilet paper. And my former roommates thought I was cranky with them for not buying TP! My solution, after asking, shouting, and begging failed to work, was to keep my TP in my own room. Silly me. I ought to’ve just clobbered them with a hammer. Then again, with my luck, I’d be sure to get a TP hogging cell mate, so maybe that wouldn’t’ve been such a good plan after all.
Okaythenlaterbye.
red paper boat 