2007-11-16 - 7:03 p.m.
We have an 80's social tonight and I have nothing to wear. Frowny face.

So this morning I decided I wanted a donut and coffee for breakfast. I went to the place near campus on the way to my car. I asked for a bag of donut holes. The guy says, "How many?".

"Oh, a dozen's fine." I say, absently rubbing my forehead as I have been apt to do lately. The blinding pain has yet to go away.

"What kind? Just an assortment?" He asks, putting his plastic gloves on.

"Oh, sure. Assortment's good." I say, looking at the chocolate and plain glazed donut holes behind him.

I'm a little confused when he starts putting donuts into a box, instead of grabbing the holes, but since the place is pretty busy I figured he had just been taking my order while he put together another order that had been called in.

Nope. I somehow managed to order an assortment of a dozen donuts without meaning to. And I was just an a sort of apathetic mood, so I just bought them when he handed me the big ole box. I got a cup of coffee and twelve donuts for 10 bucks today.

I tried to give them away when I got back to the house. Only one girl wanted one. So I have a box of donuts sitting on my desk as a testament to what a sad sack I am today.

I really wish this headache would go away. The blinding bursts of pain over my left eye are getting really old. 7 days is 7 days too many!