i need to sell my as mercinerias record.

goddamn it's fucking cold in here.

maybe if i don't think about how cold it is, it won't be.

one more day of work before i get a break!! and of course, in karmic fashion, it's going to be spent alongside a fucking heinous paraeducator who just HATES me. and i know this because twice today when asking two very non-hassling questions, as to where the bathroom was and where they kept the paper towel supply, i got two eye-rolls, a glare, and some ignoring. what the fuck? sorry i'm the white lady who is in your precious compton elementary school, but it's not like you guys are slumming it in this facility or anything. or your job is difficult (you got out of your desk once as a brief interruption to reading the latest issue of essence cover to cover). and must you yell so frequently at the poor kids? WHY are you punishing them for laughing at the movie, when they are watching SHREK THE THIRD?!?!!!!! THEY ARE SEVERELY AUTISTIC 8 YEAR OLDS! JESUS!!!

ugh. anyway. i thought about canceling the gig but it's pretty easy and little hours and it's only one more day. and everyone else around the facility is really nice and sweet and awesome. the hating is so unnecessary, ms. yolanda.

what else is there to talk about aside from work? i ate pizza last night. my car remote died. the story is ultimately lame so it's not worth repeating. i went to yoga, and now i need to shower. yes, i am really living it up these days.