an electrician stole my stapler.

he was very polite when he asked if he could borrow my stapler. little did i know that i wouldn't be getting it back. the worst part is that i gave him the nicer stapler- the one that doesn't jam every other time i use it. i'm depressed. perhaps i should focus on the fact that i still have one stapler that basically works.

i bet he only need to staple two papers together. i have about 240 packets of 8 sheets a piece to make before next week. oh, the injustice, the irony. i love how life throws you little moments like these. it's actually quite funny- and i'm not being sarcastic.

who cares about a stapler? i'm over it. probably.