To whoever left this terrible orange visor behind, thank you.
To the band that was pretty damn decent, that played No One Knows after I yelled you should play Queens of the Stone Age, thank you.
To my job, that managed to get me half drunk before signing off, thank you.
To that place selling donor kabbabs........ fuck you for fucking up my stomach and ruining my night.
The day I took a really flawed test to see which philosopher I was and got Nietzsche... Okay, so maybe it wasn't that flawed. The questions were pretty pointless though.
The night I was really tired and but didn't feel like going to bed... also, it's hot. Very hot... and blahblahblah annoying rant you don't want to read blah.
Also, I'd like to point out that I wasn't in this position the entire day, I spent some of the night sitting in different positions, and did several things including cleaning the room and laundry.
I have to add this or else Claire will point out that it's not a realistic portrayal of my day/night.
Just kidding, Claire, please don't hate me for this extremely long boring description.
