Ah, crap. It’s Sunday again aready. I’m so sick of Sunday, since they’re the longest shift of the week. Aren’t I supposed to rest on Sundays? I think my job is trying to condemn me to Hell.
Never to be a pine tree.
Cactus, for all time.
I just got out of the shower and found my calender had fallen off my wall. I don’t know why. Ain’t no wind. The thumbtack/pushpin thing must have just slid out of its hole. I assume it is a message from the primaevil forces of the universe, but I don’t know what it means. I suck at reading the universe.