Dear Nobody,

My heart is beating really fast right now.


Last night I got a new tattoo. I drank a 32oz of Miller High Life, to calm the nerves. It worked, for a while. I went home, put on my pajamas, kind of buzzed still, and crawled underneath my blankets. I woke up this morning at 10:30, brushed my teeth, got in the shower and got ready for work. I woke up in a really shitty mood, I don't know why (I know exactly why). When I got to the office, Trish, the nutty assistant to Robert, was being annoying--As always. He lost the election and she said that if she was home, she would be locked up in her room, in the dark, sobbing. Because "that's how I get over things." I didn't want to listen to her anymore, I just wanted to eat my grilled cheese. She is almost 60 years old. Is she...crazy? Maybe I'm crazy. It's already 5:30 and I feel like I just woke up.