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i am angry at my apple for having a big brown bruise and for making me sick to my stomach. bad apple! damnit. lunch is spoiled, and i'm still hungry. little apple-sized hole in my belly. is it too early for popcorn? it is not. i will go make some. these are the thoughts running through my head.

meanwhile, i'm gloating over stupid tiny invisible victories against students who will never know i was angry at them. but it's satisfying, in a hollow sort of way. what a monday---not even 1pm and i want to slink home, pretend-sick, and nap. it is beautiful outside and the tree out my window at work is full of huge cones of blossoms. i want to jump into it and live there. i want a tree house. now, please.