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.