Look at this tangle of thorns.
So I come into work a little unsteady, and I'm assigned to stand for hours staring straight ahead at the new bright blue sign that glows "PAIN? Why suffer?" The rest is out of focus. Then the phone rings.
You must be kidding me. There is no way they could have picked me to go to England, France, Spain and Italy for three weeks. No fucking way.
But they did. That's right. Europe for three weeks. College credit, even. I am in heaven.
Hello crown jewels, Parliament, Big Ben, sailing into Normandy, Eiffel Tower, Champs-Elysees, Les Invalides, Monaco, Rome and so much more.
All I need to do now is find six thousand dollars.