home, at last

Today seemed like a long day, although I guess it wasn't that bad.  I had to be at work at quarter to 9 to open the store in the morning, and since I slept at A's last night (yes, there is definitely a correlation between the amount of time I spend over there and how often I post), I had him drop me off at my coworker's since we were opening together.  The manager and I were supposed to have an interview with some girl at 11, but she never showed up.  Bitch.  One of the registers broke, but then our other coworker brought In-N-Out, so that made things seem a little better.  The manager and I hung up some random pictures in the bathroom (one of our favorite things to do is take weird pictures when we're supposed to be working).  I left early to go to therapy, so that was cool, and then I took the bus home.  No one tried to sell me any weed today!  I guess that's good, I hate being bothered.  And of course I'm not going to buy some dumb weed off some dumb guy on the street.  Duh.  It's funny, I don't even look like a typical stoner.  Most of the time at least.  All this talking about weed is making me realize I haven't smoked all day...I should pack a bowl!  Yay.

My room is a fucking mess.  I need to clean it, but the idea of that is just so unappealing to me.

Okay, I'm going to try to motivate myself.  Perhaps I should offer myself a reward.  Any suggestions?