Under this beautiful snowy night.

Maybe it’s the Panera, but I feel better.

That struggling was more painful than usual, for some reason. I suppose it will be like that sometimes. I was having issues reading through my paper. So while getting some water, I thought of how I was being overwhelmed. Solution? Break it into smaller pieces. And to avoid getting caught up at the beginning, I started at the end of my paper.

Victoria requested another banana. She’s lucky I had a whole bunch.

I listened to a song she’s had on repeat lately. I felt all bad when it wasn’t my thing. It’s funny how I thought, “This has no rhythm.” Why? Because it’s .. Uh, how do you type that? RNB? Rhythm And Blues? It just seemed like someone singing incoherently out of tune with random beats. Pity I couldn’t share her joy.

I wanted to make Victoria feel better, as I’m aware of some things going on. I couldn’t think of what to do beyond physically being around. I socialized with some other people, doing a sudoku, while she played a game of Cranium. Twice that game has really upset me, or otherwise effected my mood. Screw that, man!

I offered to be her male escort to her car. After she borrowed a scraper, I pretty much cleared her car for her. Least I could do. Not that she couldn’t have herself, but it’s the thought that counts. She mentioned misplacing her wallet, so I gave her five bucks. It’s just a thing. I have no problem giving friends money. I tend not to hold debts. After all, there have been plenty of times when I’ve been short on cash, and my friends have paid for me. So it evens out.

On my way home, I stopped by the bank and put two paychecks in the bank. The bank is next to a Panera, and it was ten to fifteen minutes until close, so I dropped by. Matt once told me about how if you ask, you can get free food. I walked in, and recognized Meggie. Well, nametags help. Ha ha. After I reminded her that I’m Timmy, she remembered me. You don’t forget Timmy. I asked if she had any Frontegas left. She had half of one left, so she tossed it on the grill and gave it to me for free. I requested a chai, and naturally paid for the overpriced but incredibly tasty beverage.

It’s just one of those few pleasures I can give myself. I think chai’s gone up fifty cents or more since I worked there. But damn, it’s worth it. And my half a frontega was pretty tasty. Wednesday evening, I’ll have to remember that. Maybe she’ll close Wednesdays on a regular basis. :: snickers :: Nah, I won’t do it on a regular basis, it’s just good to know.

I got free food. Score. I rule. The best gifts you can give oneself seem to be the spontaneous ones.