I thought it was money...

Found this in my jacket pocket the other day:

"10/28/09 - 10:16PM Standing around at work with nothing to do. There is probably nothing worse. Other than rebox. That is pretty bad. I don't even have anything on my mind. Pooh. Perhaps I should ask for something to do. Or perhaps not.

"I was thinking... Let's see, what was I thinking about? Now I can't remember. Well, I can remember, but I can't recover my interest in it. Pooh.

"If I were to drop dead right now, what would they find on me? One pair size six Nike shoes- grey/blue and very dirty. One pair blue socks with frogs and stripes, one pair khakis, one brown leather belt, one pair grey boy-cut underwear, one white sports bra, one grey wifebeater, one blue/white ΔΓ baseball shirt ("Carolyn" on back,) one Levi's Jean jacket, one pair G-Tek gloves. One Converese blue/white striped bag. Contents: tape gun, roll of tape, stapler, box of paperclips, badge, tampons, panty liners, pencils, pens, x-acto knife (right handed,) drop tickets, green cards, tin of pirate bandaids, Advil, server apron, pencil pouch thingie, piss-test papers. One Aquafina water.

"That's even more boring. I don't think I'll ever work in a morgue."