Work is long, the weather is consistently indecisive (rain, sun, thundershowers and then I die of humidity, and footie is totally confuzzlin' the heck outta me.
I saw Andrea and with his red eyes and broken heart. Oh Drea. *wails*
My escape at work, other than folding the laundry, is
wtf_history. Everything from drowning in molasses (yep, srsly) to the
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