Yesterday I got subway. When I got back with my 5 dollar foot long, I found out that I did indeed get that promotion. So it did work out that future me answered that question. Booya.

Contemplating lunch again today, though just before I parked in the stall of my choice ( alone again!), I walked past the kitchen. What did I smell a’ cookin’? Fish. Fracking fish. Who does that? Now the whole office is going to smell like a rotten v, and I’m gonna want to throw up whatever lunch I decide to get.  I mean, that’s like rule number one in office law. No fish. Doesn’t matter if it’s white fish, red fish tuna fish or salmon fish. Go outside if you want your omega whatever oils.  Ugh gross.

Back to the promotion. Better pay (now I can afford non-$5 footers?), same work.  Long over due. Good thing they did it now, was pretty close to leaving.

Man, pooping in peace. The best.

Date night tonight. We’ll see. Second date. Cool girl. But do I want to be in a relationship? What if in 8 months I end up moving? I really don’t like being tied down.  Oh well; cheers future me.

I’m feelin salad today.  But the line is going to be redonk.

Uh oh, foot fell asleep. Gonna have that awkward ‘took a massive atomic dump so violent it gave me a limp’ look.

Have a good one, don’t forget to wipe.