At night we’re painting your trash gold, while you sleep

I was in a great mood until I got to work. BossLady is going through some stuff, and spoke exactly 4 words to me all shift. She’s not mad at me, thankfully. But when no words are spoken, it really makes you feel like you’re not wanted there. This, I’m in a shitty mood now.

I slept, less than ok last night. I was too warm, then too cold. Then my mask came off, so I had to put that back on. Crystal thinks that I birdbox my way to the bathroom in the night. I don’t think I got out of bed at all. And when the alarm goes off, I get up, and take off the mask.

So, yeah. That’s about it on today’s front. I’m not even tired, but maybe if I nap, I’ll wake up in a better mood. Who knows.

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