closed for contruction

i don’t know why i keep doing this to myself. maybe in the next week, while i cram the entire first half of my psychology of addiction class into my brains right before the midterm, i’ll get some insight as to why i repeat the same patterns over and over again.

in the mean time i’ve already put a sign in the window saying “closed for construction,” though i don’t think anyone’s actually deciphered it yet. i think i’ll just try and keep out the public while i work on whatever repairs i can do by myself, without the help of a professional, cause even my doctor doesn’t know me well enough to fix this shit…

semantically inappropriate

my day at work was ended with an horrifcally loud, shrieking fire alarm. as it turns out it’s fire prevention week, so the powers that be figured a fire drill would be appropriate.

i disagree.

if it’s fire prevention week, shouldn’t they have a bunch of ninnies wander around warning us plebes about the dangers of smoking in bed, and tying your cat to a toaster oven with faulty wires and stuff?

i mean, if you wanna have a death by fire prevention week, then go ahead, by all means, have your ear bleeding, soul crushing, eye exploding fire drill… other than that, i really don’t see what one has to do with the other.

‘m just sayin…