Work yesterday was tolerable. Emilie's not allowed to walk in the rain or some shit, so we didn't get pizza afterwards. What a shame.
I really super want a vanilla latte or something. Oh, man does that sound good.
It's rather amusing when mom tries to talk me into giving my number to random boys. If they're cute, I'll look. [deer in headlights, anyone?] I don't want a stalker.
Today is going to be a slow day.