holy moses. i've been looking for one of two possible nail files in my room for WEEKS. and it's right in the cup where it's supposed to be. because why should anything be where it is supposed to be. that's not the way of the world.

i thought for sure i would come home and say, "holiest of holy holies, what was i thinking when i came up with that cockeyed idea to BUS TABLES instead of serving on a sunday." but it wasn't all that bad. except for this pain everywhere. i experienced many new feelings today. a tingling in my arm when i was picking up trays, let me tell you, THAT was interesting. but yknow, i didn't have to talk to anyone.

[blue sparkly distraction leads to unfinished product]