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I was having a really shitty night. Horrid coworker on top of other family stress and I guess it just all hit me tonight. So instead of staying at home and wallowing I decided to go to the coffee shop again, eat dinner (at 9:30 at night--oops), have a big ass glass of merlot, and study for my Psych 101 CLEP, which I've been avoiding. In addition, I emailed my coworkers to let them know I wasn' t feeling well and might need to take the day off tomorrow. (I'm not feeling well. They don't need to know it's a depression thing--I find that people understand physical maladies much better than psychological or emotional, so...)
Anyway, the barista boy just made me the Best Mocha in the Whole World. It's just *perfect*. Rich and hot and the chocolate is richer than sweet and I'm so happy right now. Even with a hundred 15 year old emo fucks around me. Hah!
Anyway, the barista boy just made me the Best Mocha in the Whole World. It's just *perfect*. Rich and hot and the chocolate is richer than sweet and I'm so happy right now. Even with a hundred 15 year old emo fucks around me. Hah!