Day 95
Today, I’ve met 18 aliens, but I’ve still not met my period.
Today the book wanted me to be on the lookout for aliens posing as humans. I read the signs before work, and I kept a careful watch on all my customers.
18 of them were aliens, most of them regular customers. Oh great, McDonald’s food attracts aliens.
Do I honestly think that they’re all aliens? Of course not. Maybe just a few of them. There was a baby today with huge eyes, beyond cute to the point of utterly creepy, that one was totally not human.
I thought one of my coworkers was an alien, but no, he was just stoned. It was kind of hilarious to watch him.
Anyways. Now I’m home, and I need to make cupcakes.
The cupcakes actually turn out pretty good. I’m going to be able to bring them to Mike’s dad’s party and not be embarrassed by them.
I also make dinner for my family. This is so much fun, getting back into cooking.
Everything I make turns out good. This is a good day.
Except that I still don’t have a period. Researching internet things shows this is totally fine, really.
I’m hoping that this journal won’t suddenly turn into a pregnancy diary.
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Seriously that baby was creepy.
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