Remember how I was way tired after the wedding? Remember how Monday morning at 7am came too damn early? I do. It was only 2 hours ago. Monday morning, you are a whore. The cheap kind. You are not worth the money.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the franchisees of Seattle's Best coffee, for picking such a prime location on W. Broadway. It is right beside my bank. This makes things very convenient for me on days such as this when that stupid whore Monday shows up. I can get off the bus, cross the street and stop into the bank for some cash. Upon exiting the bank, I walk right into the coffee shop. Everything is right on the way to work. Bless you, whomever planned it that way. It's like you knew this day was coming and you built your businesses around this very morning. Maybe I am a little bit in love with you right now.
My toes are still numb from my heels. Should I be concerned? I will look it up on the internet. I am far too tired to tackle the official wedding post at the moment... plus I am at work, so I really should probably focus on that. I suppose. ANYWAYS, I gotta go. So tired. 9:25am? Crap. We've got a loooooong way to go, Sally.
Oy vay.
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