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The past couple days at work have felt tense because Dario seems angry. Not at me, otherwise i'd be crazy with anxiety already, but that uneasy feeling lurks. The drain flooded at work today. I walked in to work to see Jaison with his baby son sitting in his lap and I almost died because it was just so cute for some reason. I don't know why, I don't have any especial love for babies.

I haven't eaten any food I actually paid for since like Thursday. I eat the family meal at work and apparently that's enough to tide me over. Saving money. Often it is really good food, too. Today's was actually pretty bad, but Dario did say he had no ideas for it. He was like, "...chips and salsa?"

I feel terrible for whatever reason. Tomorrow is my Friday, and I have like a third of a bottle of Jack Daniels left so I'll probably finish that. Brittanie finds my inebriation very hilarious.

My birthday is coming up soon. I'll probably just get drunk, say stupid things, and go to sleep.

Also, housing came by to check on us today. They barely poked their heads inside our door, but apparently they searched through every single room at 12/14. Apparently they party too hard there.