Mess

Productive week, destructive week. Messes made and cleaned. Trip to WINCO, always welcome, and w/ a new and pleasant companion. Bought a TON of shit, and remembered how pleasant it is to not be out of essentials like cheese, flour, and toilet paper. Keep setting my face to hate my job, but it's been fine lately, so I get confused about an hour in. Can't complain about that-just have to adjust my face settings. AND, I broke a toe. Little, right. Stubbed it. I can feel the bones moving and clicking like Legos in there. And it fucking hurts.