There were surprise dinner guests tonight and I had a panic attack and it was scary and there wasn't enough food so my mom didn't even get a cheeseburger and we were planning on eating banana bread, right, but then it was like, oh, but more people, so also chips and salsa and guacamole and apple sauce. And the kid mixed root beer with milk. And then drank it. Why the hell.
All I want from life is a job where I work like 9-5 and get weekends off and can sit at home and be eccentric most of the time and don't have to have people over if I don't want to but then can have people over that I like but have the ability to decide which ones come over.
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