Ahh, a new day in the office that I call my home, which is actually just a futon that I dragged from the garbage behind the Tito's pizzeria into our spare lockerroom.
Home sweet home, as I like to say. What's on today's agenda? Well, I take my happy orange pill. That infact is actually just my allergy pill. I have to take these bad boys because of my living situation. The futon STINKS and there's these little white bugs on it sometimes, I don't get where they're coming from, but they keep biting me when I'm sleeping, which gives me rashes unless I take my pill every morning. The air conditioning isn't turned on for the spare room either, even though I've asked multiple times already for it to be switched on. Like what is this team that I'm on? Am I not worth the extra electricity bill, frick it, I'll even pay for it myself if it's about the money..

wc:162 ps. thanks for the neat pt