There are just a couple of things I forgot to mention last time.
One: combined with my diet tonic seizure and mammary-inducing half and half intake, I was also pretty decently buzzed by Laura's drunken watermelon.
Two: I'm in the middle of a seven-day weekend. Doesn't that sound great? The only catch is that I have to work three of those seven days. Off Thursday, on Friday, off Saturday, on Sunday, off Monday, on Tuesday, off Wednesday. Best or worst schedule ever? What do you think?
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