I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night. I realized this fact while reading the AccuWeather report for the hotel.
Monday: Cloudy.
Tuesday: Patchy Clouds.
Wednesday: Rather Cloudy.
Thursday: Mostly Cloudy.
Friday: Considerable Cloudiness.
My coworker informed me, as I was hysterically laughing, that this wasn’t all that funny. Their deadpan soberness in the face of my punch-drunkenness prompted me to inquire as to whether or not they were a hall monitor back in school. They didn’t find that funny *either*...
Some things I learned over the weekend:
- There are some people you can tell absolutely anything.
- There are some people who won’t listen to anything you have to say.
- There are *other* people who would listen but you just can’t tell.
- Norman hates me, my mother’s house, and pretty much life in general. This sentiment, I believe, is directly proportionate to the size of my mom’s (still) growing puppy dog.
- Nothing in my old neighborhood looked the slightest bit familiar.
*and*
- You can’t mail a stun gun to Canada. I tried anyways so pretty soon border patrol is going to come down here looking for an American terrorist.
Shoot.
AACH! No no! I didn’t mean like shoot shoot! No really! I’m sweet! Innocent! AHHHHHHHHHHH :(
Whoops. How do I explain these things always happen to me?
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