Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to say "super" in a sarcastic way to everything that happens to you?
The vending machine is out of your favorite. Super.
You realize you have nothing clean to wear. Super.
(Does anyone else out there ever want to just go buy new clothes instead of doing laundry?)
You have to do inventory at work and count spatulas for eight hours. SUPER.
On that vein, deciding to quit caffiene during inventory was such a bad plan. And by quitting, I mean not having it for a couple days, then breaking down and having some. And so on. It is like an epic battle between me and the Doctor. (Dr. Pepper.)
Speaking of which, I didn't have any today... so that means I can have some tomorrow, right? Right?? No? ....... Super.