White Flag

I feel like I'm British during the American Revolution. Fighting a losing battle. I literally had to physically fight to get some of nuggets to sit down. I mean not like punches and below the belt kicks, but still a struggle.
I totally want to fly my white flag and go back to being poor and jobless. Or hide in a cave, preferably the bat cave.
That's not reality though, so I guess I'll just have to give myself a slap in the face, a Danny Tanner pep talk and try again tomorrow. Please google Danny Tanner now.
I spent my night walking around Walmart, eating popcorn chicken, loathing myself and buying my own valentines candy. Then laying on a couch for three hours. Now it's off to laying in my bed until my alarm tells me I have to move again.

Today's Pockets:
Walmart list: will I ever spend less than 50 bucks again?
Perry the Paraloafosaurs: a magic dinosaur that sits on tables where friends are making good choices (this doesn't really work)
Band-aid: we had a brutal paper cut today
Diamond: from math stations
Binder clip: no purpose.