Whenever I have to close at work I like to come home, turn on my programs, and lie in bed like an invalid, sipping juice, eating crackers, and covered with blankets.
People seemed extra chatty today. A man kept making lame jokes and comments. It was really weird. I told him his total was 5.35 and he looked at his watch and said, "No, it's 5:10."
I can FINALLY get into my storage unit. WOOOOO! Bring on the rice cooker, baby.
RuPaul's Drag Race is teaching me how to be a sassy brassy lady. I want to go around calling everyone "Mama" now.
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