is strangely therapeutic. Cleaning has always been therapeutic for me though. I work with this really nice guy named Kris. I’m working on making him get a facebook but he says he doesn’t have the time. I guess a full time job and a triple major kinda keeps you occupied.
Anyway, today the fan that sucks all of the smoke out broke so I swear I’m going to die of smoke inhalation, haha. They fixed it, but the smoke paired with ninety degree kitchen temps is no fun. Break is over. How pathetic is it that i blogged on my break?