I get to go home for three days! This usually isn’t exciting, but I’m psyched to be off work and to see my grandma and my cat and thrift shop and hug my mommy.

I think the side of my index finger is slowly callusing to protect me from the flaming tortillas. It feels weird.

Only an English actor could make it big with the name Benedict Cumberbatch.

I have so many tiny wounds on my hands from work. My thumb is fucked, I have cuts from a pot, and like chronic burns from handling tortillas and prying up the flaming pans from their steam bath of hell.

All I want is to read Games of Thrones, but alas, it’s almost time for work.

I BEAT OCARINA OF TIME AND WHAT A BITCH IT WAS. I just got the first two Game of Thrones books from a friend, so now it’s reading time aww yissssss.

My finger hurts from all the lava hot tortillas I heated up today and yesterday.

Rule #1 of going to Chipotle: Do not ask for “the same thing” as the person before you. No one remembers anything that they got.

I was washing dishes AND THAT JUMPING SPIDER JUMPED AT ME. IT CLIMBED ONTO THE COUNTER AND OVER TO THE SINK TO GET ME. I panicked and sprayed it with water so it fell into the sink and I turned on the disposal so that fucker couldn’t climb out. I’m still not going near the sink; I didn’t see it go down the drain WHAT IF IT’S STILL THERE.

I ran out of bombs and I had to leave the damn castle to go get some, and now I’ve run out of arrows SO I’VE QUIT FOR NOW.

I guess I’ll just stay out of the kitchen. It’s time to start on Ganondorf’s Castle anyway.