i am so sick of having a job. i couldn't make it into work today and failed to find a replacement worker for my shift, so i have consequentially been issued a "written warning". thing is, the store literally closes in a week and a half. somebody else back me up on how completely retarded that is.

the most unappealing thing i could think of doing right now is going to the car to lug fifty pounds of art crap back into the house after just having taken a nice long shower. sadly, it's looking like i'm going to have to do just this.

i ate a whole half of a pizza today.

buh.