PickledCherub
Thursday, October 13, 2005
The shelf fell down
While I was gone from work, a shelf (a brand new shelf) holding our Tequila (our very high end tequila) fell onto the floor and shattered glass everywhere. Into the dessert case, which is kept open all day, the glass flew, into the desserts.
I felt like I got yelled at a lot today. That, and the online bank statement did not match the checkbook. I all freaked out and called Sarah, and she called the bank, and it's OK.
And I get so fucking hungry at work, I get hungry and angry and short tempered and I want to snap everyone's head off. So I went home to eat dinner (yummy squash soup that I made yesterday with Chris and a chicken sandwich from Chris's chicken), and that's when the shelf broke.
I need a haircut.
I felt like I got yelled at a lot today. That, and the online bank statement did not match the checkbook. I all freaked out and called Sarah, and she called the bank, and it's OK.
And I get so fucking hungry at work, I get hungry and angry and short tempered and I want to snap everyone's head off. So I went home to eat dinner (yummy squash soup that I made yesterday with Chris and a chicken sandwich from Chris's chicken), and that's when the shelf broke.
I need a haircut.
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