12/18/17

I had to take a final today in a class whose midterm test I bombed. I got a 60% on it so that sucked. And then I ordered chicken nuggets but the girl put in a chicken sandwich and by the time I sat down to eat I had walked to an entirely different building. So I'm already not feeling great and then this stupid sandwich has pickles on it and I can't stand pickles and so I start crying on this random bench in the Kennedy Center. I guess I'm saying this because I think it's important to share the crappy things too. It's important to recognize that everybody goes through crap one way or another and it's okay to cry over pickles in a sandwich that was supposed to be chicken nuggets.