Plans keep falling through.

I probably shouldn't wait until after my shift to write. I'm too blah and want to leave.

"How come you're wearing the cutest outfit in the world today?"

"I don't know, I guess I got tired of being a slob."

It's funny that that's what I responded with. So not quick on my feet. I'm a total slob. I couldn't sleep last night, so I didn't get up as early as I'd wanted to. Just as I was about to get a shower, someone was in there. So, I had another coffee and another cigarette. When they were done, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on a hat. I've been all "Star Wars" at work these last two days. Yesterday, I wore my Wicket shirt that I was super excited to buy at a Value Village somewhere in Ontario. But not a single person mentioned it! Ok, one guy did, but he said "who's Wicket?" I told him he was an Ewok, and he asked what an Ewok was. "Uh, from Star Wars..." Disappointing. Today I'm wearing the hat, the one that was a staple of mine for a while.

Well, it's nice out and I seriously need to figure out what I want to eat.

Piggy, come hard-kiss Kayy See.

Two years ago, I wrote a note to Mark Black. And then another one.