Dear Diary,

Today I had a half hour lunch and I looked forward to my coffee and some delicious J2. Instead, I had twenty minutes of it stolen by someone who Would Not Shut Up. I thought that if I pointedly stared at my kindle and made non-committal noises she would go away but no. God, no. Normally I would have just held the thing up and said, do you fucking mind, but this person is, how shall we say, delicate. Like precariously balanced on the edge of sanity. And sometimes, I'm nice, even when I'm not being paid to be I'm not feeling it. This is why I should sit out in the van for lunch. I don't normally work long enough to have a lunch. I guess she was just excited to see me sitting, with no way to sprint away.

One more sleep, and then, and then--*WIGGLES*