my office roommate left at 4.
"alrighty," he said, as always, that last blast of nasal annoyingness worse, but somehow more bearable that the 7 hours of non-stop talk because, oh, god, it's OVER, "i'll see ya tomorra!"
"no you won't!" i replied brightly, "i won't be here!" only after i spoke did i realize he could see my face and plastered on the fake smile.
"oh, yeah, ya got any exciting plans?"
i got a hot date with a speculum, a microscope and a few xanies.
"i'm going to sleep ALL DAY," i half-truthed.
i feel like vomiting. i'm so fucking scared.
count down to goal
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