slightly mad

I'm down to my last roll of toilet paper. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I didn't remember the last time I bought some. April 27th 2008. It was a Sunday, in case you'd forgot. I think the sun was shining outside and I think I bought Chocolat aswell. It was also the day I officially told that cowardly man who couldn't be honest with me that I was tired of being his whore. I remember that my best friend came over, spent the day with me and then went home. And I remember crying myself to sleep, only to find out that the crying kept me from sleeping. That was the first day I spoke with someone for most of a night.
I fell asleep at some point, went up to a morning shift and I read about Elizabeth Fritzl. I remember feeling like someone had pushed their hand into my chest and pulled out my intestines and I still thought "wow, my life could be so much worse". My boss yelled at me that day - for sleeping at my lunchtime.

Funny, how you can trigger something just by realising you're running out of toilet paper...