I just went to Walmart at 12:15 to buy Cheerios. Wait, that's not all. I was wearing Eeyore pajama pants, a tacky sweatshirt, and no bra. I have become that which I hate.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it was pretty pathetic. I was running low on cereal and thought, "Oh, I've got nothing better to do. It's either get up off my ass and walk around for ten or fifteen minutes, or read, or watch more of The Golden Girls." So I thought I might as well get up and do something for about forty-five minutes so that I could feel like my day had a purpose.
I don't guess I should complain. At least we had plenty to do at work today.
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