Dear Diary

Dear diary.

Well, the good news is that, after six days, I finally got some sleep.

The bad news is that I passed out at work while helping a customer.

It gets better. I woke up in the hospital. Apparently, I brought a whole shelf of canned goods with me and suffered a concussion. Yay for me. Coul have been worse, I guess.

Oh, wait. It is worse. To top it all off, right before I dropped, I told the customer, “Excuse me. I have to go blow my dragon.” I have no idea where that came from, but with the ‘get well soon’ cards I’ve been getting, I think it’s time to change jobs.

Well, at least I’m not still in high school. Small miracles, I guess.

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