On a less
sulky note, I think I have found my guardian angel in the form of the halls
cleaning lady who looks like a scarab beetle. You know when you feel like
you’ve seen the same person at various moments throughout your existence, in
various places in the universe, this is she.
And whenever I see her she always looks deep into my soul like she knows
what I’m about and what’s going to happen. That or she’s just staring at me
discerningly because she knows I write memos on my bananas and she’s seen my
novelty boob mug.
I’m back in
5 days; I have already packed. Apocalypse me now