#valhstarter

There's a fine, fine, fine line between asking for a piece and then harassing me for it. Stop it, Mr. Editor, I'd certainly appreciate it if you just stopped.

I have an eight hour shift tomorrow, and then I'm off for three days and I honestly don't know what to do with so much free time. I'm too used to working all the time.

I. AM. FREE. Much like Dobby, I have been given a sock -- AKA: an internship acceptance -- and will no longer need to be unnecessarily called in because my "spry, young self doesn't need a full eight hours of sleep".

Today has been a rather interesting day. For one, we had a customer in the bakery tell us tell our cupcakes were much better than any sex he'd ever had. I'm not sure if that's a compliment to our cupcakes, or whether he's just been having really bad ex, but I guess they don't call us Mad Batter's Bakery for nothing, right?

My dad just forced me to come home for a few weeks, and now I'm back and wishing I hadn't left here. 

God, I feel like I need to sleep for days.

I never want to see sunlight again.

Today has been awful. I've started to forget things again, and it's becoming a complete nightmare. I actually forgot what apartment I lived in today, and I spent about an hour trying to find it.