and remember kids its never too late to become a raging degenerate homosexual
My superior at work felt I underperformed on Monday, so took away a week’s holiday I had planned in October and took it for himself. The first twenty minutes of my shift today were spent being chewed out.
The real kickers are that I completed every task I was given, and wanted the time off to celebrate my mum’s birthday/brother’s death.
Don’t worry, respiratory system. Breathing was more of a hobby, anyway.
My bedroom door is stiff. To open or close it requires a fair bit of force, and as a consequence, it’s pretty noisy.
The past two nights, I’ve gone to bed with it closed but woken with it open, and I have no recollection of getting up in the night. Even when I do get up, I always close it after returning to my room.
The only explanations are:
1. I’m sleepwalking