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Damn, being an adult is hard work. I'm turning even more into my mom (yes, it's possible)--not that that's a bad thing. I'm quite fond of my mom. But I can tell I'm her child (as if it weren't painfully obvious already), because I come home from work and immediately pour myself a glass of wine. And if there were someone that I could call and have them pour me the glass of wine before I got home, I'd do that.
Also, it's been 100 degrees in DC for the past 3 days. And I'm ready to melt. Me--the freak who loves summer. This is just too much. But rumor has it (okay, the Weather Channel has it) that it's going to be 80 on Thursday. That better not just be a cruel joke.
Also? I kick ass at this interning thing.
Back to my wine.
Also, it's been 100 degrees in DC for the past 3 days. And I'm ready to melt. Me--the freak who loves summer. This is just too much. But rumor has it (okay, the Weather Channel has it) that it's going to be 80 on Thursday. That better not just be a cruel joke.
Also? I kick ass at this interning thing.
Back to my wine.