Nothing To Prove

Then, there was the tired babysitter standing behind a stall, saying 'good girl' or 'you're okay' while her friend puked in the toilet with splattering sounds and a smell of rotten eggs. And lastly there was me, wishing I could snap my Ungers and My back to bed, where my snacks and feel-good sitcoms awaited. -nfortunately, tonight wasn't one of those nights.