So while I have an empty stomach, I am going to forge ahead and get through this story (I'm going to make it as short as possible, you know...as to not puke).
About a week and a half ago, I was all alone at work (just the tiniest bit stressed). I was exhausted and dramatically put my left hand down on my desk. Post-putting my hand down on my desk, I then turned into a teenager in high school and propped my head up...only to quickly pull it away.
Why did I pull my hand so quickly, you ask??
Well, my dear blog-reader, I pulled my hand away quickly because I realized that at that moment I had put disgusting mucus on my face. Someone else's mucus on my face.
Someone had snotted on my desk....and that snot made it to my face....
You know those slow-motion moments of your life? Many times they are great, but other times...well, they are not so great. When I close my eyes, I still see my slow-motion hand being pulled away from my face and then my fingers being spread to reveal they are still strung together with foreign boogers.
Needless to say, I went home soon after and took an hour long shower. I then met Thomas out for sushi (not that the sushi part has anything to do with snot). It's sad that Sushi 101 will now forever been linked to boogies in my mind.