I feel dazed... my brain feels like the bags of wet meat they throw on the sizzling metal stovetop at the gyro cart. Several days of lethargy.
Today marks one year that I've worked at the place where I work. It's comfortable but I feel like I'm undercover. When I got this job I couldn't believe it.
Toxically humid air... it's disgusting.
But not as disgusting as a fat girl who loves gossip.
I feel totally nocturnal and I resent being awake during the day.