i'm the only one at work today, and it's been pretty slow since it's the day after the semester ended. for the last three hours i've been reading a sarah dessen fluff book, listening to taylor swift, and occasionally eating a milano cookie. life's not so bad.
and yet for some reason all i want to do is go home, crawl into my bed, read my book, and maybe cry. i'm not really a crier. and i have nothing to complain about in my life. but it's just one of those days. and i'm not sure why.
but i guess it's healthy to have that kind of day every once in a while, right? a person has to feel empty every once in a while in order to appreciate feeling full.
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