Monday, May 11, 2009

oh monday

first conversation this morning:
boy who comes in every morning at 7:30: good morning, mrs. lotz. how are you?
me: good.
him: are you okay? you don't look like you got much sleep last night.

thanks.

(my eyes were red and lately i've felt like i could sleep for days...)

he is actually a really nice boy. sometimes things just don't come out right.