[hey look, there's horus!]
Good thing today was a Sunday or Marek probably would have blown off work. For some reason, he'd gotten next to no sleep the night before and it had left him feeling shitty all around.
"Don't even have a wild party as an excuse," he muttered to himself. Or staying up late with Dee. So to speak.
So he's sitting in a little cafe in downtown Monterey, trying to make himself feel better with copious amounts of very black, very sweet coffee and a rather large sandwich with all the trimmings.
Just because he feels like crap doesn't mean he lost his appetite.
"Don't even have a wild party as an excuse," he muttered to himself. Or staying up late with Dee. So to speak.
So he's sitting in a little cafe in downtown Monterey, trying to make himself feel better with copious amounts of very black, very sweet coffee and a rather large sandwich with all the trimmings.
Just because he feels like crap doesn't mean he lost his appetite.