Out of Toilet Paper

Today, I'm going to talk about the importance of toilet paper.

The only reason why I've decided to embark on this totally random blog is because -
I'm out of toilet paper.

And I need to poop so terribly.

I'm afraid of using the water at work,
because I've heard that dead mice swim in the water tank above.

It's that scary.

I don't want contracting any mice e.colli disease from using the water hose, used by many of our colleagues here.

It's just unhygenic.
So, I'll just hold it in.

Why did I not remember to bring the box of tissues to work?

No wonder I left work knowing that I've left something behind.

DAMNIT JO.
Pay attention!!!!!

I'm unusually pissed off today,
because I have to work.

And there are no words to describe how much I hate work.
This is my first proper job, so it's either this job, or I'm meant for greater things like being a bum all my life.

Argh I'm so sleepy.
It's the Tuesday blues I've caught, since Monday was a public holiday.

Oh yeah,
I dreamt of a bad wolf last night,
terrorising all my relatives.

We hid in a room, then as we look outside the window,
2 apparent good wolfs beheaded it.

It was pretty gruesome.

Anyone know what it means?
Really need some help here.

Or are there numbers you could give me so I can run down to the nearest Magnum,4D and Toto?

Prease?

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