How Can Your Day *Not* Improve?
I started out my day by getting projectile-pooped-on by a baby. It got on my scrub top, and luckily I had a sweatshirt thing to change into. The rest of the morning was spent sweating and getting coughed on, but thankfully no more feces.
I've yet to find the energy to write up my whole big NYC tale. But I will soon. I don't have class tonight so that should help. Tacos, TV, and writing. YES!
Off to the credit union to cash in some change. 'Tis the season and all.
P.S. I still cannot believe OJ Simpson's new book. What the hell is wrong with that guy? I guess once you're a football star, an actor, and get away with murder, you have nothing else to aspire to. What a psycho. And I love that farbeyondblue suggested the title should have been, "Double Jeopardy, Motherfuckas!"
I've yet to find the energy to write up my whole big NYC tale. But I will soon. I don't have class tonight so that should help. Tacos, TV, and writing. YES!
Off to the credit union to cash in some change. 'Tis the season and all.
P.S. I still cannot believe OJ Simpson's new book. What the hell is wrong with that guy? I guess once you're a football star, an actor, and get away with murder, you have nothing else to aspire to. What a psycho. And I love that farbeyondblue suggested the title should have been, "Double Jeopardy, Motherfuckas!"