So Gross.

I worked 11-6 yesterday and babysat with Maddy afterward. We then attempted to do physics [lol] at 11 pm, which turned out to be a total joke.

Nobody can think about conservation of energy when they're too tired to even keep their eyes open.

So I came home and collapsed. I woke up fifteen minutes ago, and I just noticed that I still smell like Panera.

Absolutely disgusting. I will never shake the smell of bread from my skin. Everybody wonders why I complain about that, seeing as the smell of Panera is a good one, but I have to disagree.

In the air, the smell of fresh-baked bread is good. On bread itself, it's good. Even co-mingled with the scents of pastries and soups, it's good.

But on a human body--a body that is tired and sweating from being around 400-degree oven for seven hours--the smell of bread is less than appetizing. Much less.

So I'm going to go shower. Maybe twice. And hopefully when I'm done my hair won't smell like coffee, or French onion, or sourdough, or asiago cheese...