Day 393

I would write a blog entry about today except it would be so friggin boring it'd be all like:

I woke up, still sick, perhaps even sicker. I didn't do much at all except lie around and read short short stories and act like an asshole to my brother on Skype. Went to work and waited on people trying to half-ass pretend like I wasn't probably infecting strangers with my illness. Fuck that, they are stupid enough to pay me to do so. I waited on a creeper couple who tipped me ridiculously well despite me recoiling every time I went near them. I wondered for awhile why the bus boy kept asking me if I was okay. Finally I asked him, "Why the fuck do you keep asking me that like I am an insane person?" His response, "Wait, you're not insane?" Then I hung out with my friends who had been drinking at the bar since 3 pm. One of which was being aggressively picked up by a young blonde boy with longish hair. When he told me he studied biology my response, "I've never heard of that, is that like some sort of emo band?" I went to hit on the security guard and he said, "What's your name again? Evelyn?" Then I left which has now lead me to sitting in front of the TV pretending that Craig Ferguson is my boyfriend and wondering if Jason Schwartzman got married just to piss me off.

Tip of the Day: Why the fuckle is Craig Ferguson orange like an Oom Paa Loompa?

-Canadian Castaway