the fucking cat keeps shitting where i'm trying to grow my sunflowers. fucking cat. not only does he do a shitty job of covering it up but in the process he covers my poppies with his extra dirt. fucker.

and i'm a little worried, my direct deposit hasn't gone through. shit.

the garden is suppose to be a calming thing, my controlled environment. but i'm too busy digging dirt covered cat shit out of my sunflower seedlings to enjoy the stupid thing.

i do have to say that the cilantro seedlings are really cute, and the idea of salsa later this summer is even better.

today is going to be a horrible day. everything will go wrong.

i woke up late, banged a hole type thing in the dashboard with the stupid club, and when i finally made it to work i slammed my finger hard. i am already giving up on today. i was going to have oatmeal for breakfast. i was going to have breakfast! but instead i have to do the bullshit of waking up late and having a boss who cares about timeliness.

but the funny thing is, i show up for work 30 minutes late and no one from my department is here. mind you, there are only three of us but i was the first to arrive. ha! it's 8:41am and i'm already thinking about what i want for lunch. will i just have yogurt again? will my stomach just role over and say okay? man, and i left my water bottle in the car. fuck.