I was walking to the bus stop on the way to work this morning when a snake fell out of a tree and onto the road about two metres in front of me. The day sort of went downhill from there.
During my lunch break I ran into a crazy guy in a bookstore who told me that I'd have to read Crime and Punishment ten times before I could begin to understand it, and even then I wouldn't because I'm too young and no one ever knows anything until they're at least fifty. He talked at me for about an hour and by the time I left I didn't have time to get any real food, so I had some fairly crappy chocolate chip cookies and was starving for the rest of the day.
Other people at work confuse me. They don't seem to understand why I get upset or frustrated or angry about anything. I can't even express just how sick I am of being told to calm down. When it's 10:55, I've been working for nine and a half hours and I've got another 50 customers to deal with before I can actually leave, all of whom are obviously annoyed that I can't help them all at once with my superhuman powers and have chosen to punish me by making bizarre requests, I reserve the right not to be calm. Who the fuck goes shopping at 10 PM anyway?
Two customers in the last two days have asked me how I can stand all the noise in the store all day. I have no idea. Other people don't mind it, but I've already established that they're all crazy, so I really don't know. Most of the time I ignore it, but that doesn't make it go away. I'm actually starting to hate music. When I come home all I listen to is Nick Drake. And Bright Eyes, because I'm a sad and lonely person.
I hate all forms of life. Especially those with credit cards.
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