Day 56

I had a dream last night that my boss was going to make me paint parking spaces lines with a crayola yellow washable marker. In the middle of a heat wave.

Then this morning I woke up, got tooth paste on my shirt and feel like I want to punch someone.

This is what going to bed in not a good mood does to you.

I guess I'll head to work soon and see what else this already shitty day has instore.