IF EVERYBODY KNOWS HOW IT'S GONNA END

WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE STOP ME


I've had the weirdest week.

These glasses were in the staff shop.

Last week, someone asked me do I still keep a journal. I said no. This week, someone entirely different gave me a new one, as a gift. As encouragment!

My legs ache from Tuesday but every time I get into the hottest bath to soak, I remember about all the grazes from Sunday and leap out again, screeching. This leaping action makes my legs hurt even more. At work I have taken to wheeling myself around the office in my chair. Sometimes I try to get people to push me.

I spend too much time staring at Boy Who Wears a Tie. He is so perfect in his awkward grace.

My friend and I are taking it in turns to commit outrageous mischief, to liven up the day. My idea of mischief is stealing pens. His idea of mischief is crystal meth in the salad bar.