Greeted by a puffy/hurting eye. Father is making me call the doctor. I hate the doctor. She’ll probably be like who are you. I never see you, please make a follow up appointment. I do not want a follow up appointment bc I am a baby!
Greeted by a truck driver at the door. Aka tad late.
Greeted by my father in my office. Hug. Coffee cup drops. Coffee spilled all down my pant leg[s] and shoe. Rocking out the wet look.
Joeys advice: maybe you should just go home.
BUT wait:
Greeted by an awesome weather report!!! Sunshine. 70’s. love it!
Roll on Monday roll on…..
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