I was sitting sitting at work, staring, listening to nothing. Quiet. Boring. Me, I'm feeling sleepy and depressed, ranting in my journal, in desperate need of chocolate. I scrounge through my purse and backpack and come up with 65 cents.

As you all know, or as I know, anyway, candy bars from vending machines cost 70 cents. Well, I go down the hall to stare at the machine anyway, thinking maybe there will be someone there I can bum a nickel off of, or maybe there will be something for 65 cents. And dammit, I'm just going to buy a bag of chips or something something to do to keep me awake. Because Twix are fucking 70 cents and I'm a nickel short.

I start feeding my money into the machine and take a last-ditch look across the room.

And there!

Under the Coke machine. There's a dime. On the floor. So not only do I have sweet sweet milk chocolate and stale wafers, I also have an extra nickel.

Somebody loves me. And when I go home, I can sleep.

edit- oh yeah, i meant to say, read this because the first paragraph made me laugh a lot