From the place of work

[polarpunk]

A little hungover.
Not expecting to work at 8 a.m.
I'm supposed to be in at 3:30.
Shit happens.
So I eat egg mcmuffins and drink apple juice.
It's the hangover killer.
At least I have the evening off.

Tango, ole.
*snap snap snap*

And....
g'day.