I didn't have time to sulk about how trivial the day was and how alone I felt because I had to watch kids - and it really makes me thankful for not really having a purpose for this holiday. I don't want anything to do with children nor what causes their existence, I'll pass. I've cleaned up enough shit and dealt with enough breakdowns over absolutely nothing in this past week alone to hold me over for the next few decades.
My throat also is killing me so I probably contracted something from them. Yay me. Always sick.
Then I get to come home where we play a cute game called "let's all act hostile towards one another for no real reason aside for the sake of holding a pointless grudge". I had a sandwich for dinner. Because we have nothing else.
That was, of course, after I got to walk home in sub zero temperatures. That was exciting.
But boohoo my life is so terrible since I, a privelged adult female, is forever alone today. THE WORLD IS ENDING. THROW THE PITY PARTY.
(I actually don't give a damn over that, I'm more than content with my status - I just needed to clarify that in case my sarcasm failed to show).
Okay, really I don't know what the point of this journal was , other than to complain about my -all things considered - all right life (isn't that what most of dA's population uses it for?). So hell yeah for spamming the world with my first world problems.