I had a dream today that my least favorite coworker (right now) was injured and paralyzed from the waist down. She chased me around in her wheelchair accusing me of stealing her office supplies. I don't even work in an office.
I'm heading back to school in a couple weeks and spent an ungodly amount on pens and notebooks. Not that I needed an excuse to buy pens and notebooks, I have an office supply addiction. Said coworker writes with inferior pens (you know those pens you get like 10 for $1? Those.) or I probably would have stolen them.
It's a sickness.
In other news, I have no other news.
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