Drew's muscles flexed with abandon.

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Soo Erin and Wini have convinced me to call in sick to work tomorrow so we can hang out all day and eat fritatas and paint and go shopping for our room (now dubbed The Reclining Position). This morning at work I had a bit of a headache and I figured I might as well use it to my advantage, so I told my boss about it so that being sick tomorrow would seem more plausible. She actually said I could go home early if I wanted to, and I knew that I shouldn't because they really needed my help today and I could use the money, but it was raining and I am lazy/a bitch and so I decided to leave at lunchtime. When I went into the office to tell her, I found her frantically on the phone with the owner, who had apparently gotten in an accident, totaled the company truck, and was calling from the Portsmouth hospital:
"Oh, Drew, I'm so glad you're here. Charles has been in an accident. We don't know how bad it is yet."
"Actually, I was wondering if I could go home now?"
"Oh... okay. Go ahead..."
Yeah, I'm a heartless bitch.

In other news, tomorrow I get to eat fritatas and paint and go shopping!

P.S. My new layout looks like strawberries.