Ya know, I've decided that the worst thing about working out at 5am and going straight to work afterwards isn't the getting up part, it's the lugging all of the extra crap around part. Seriously, I have to make two trips to the car....work clothes on hangers so they don't wrinkle, purse, gym bag with toiletries and junk, water bottle, and cooler with the day's food. Hmm maybe I just have too much shit to begin with, but I NEEEEED my stuff. I can't go to work looking all wrinkled and busted up. I'm just waiting for the day that I forget my wig/hairpieces and have to wear my bandana all day. Nah, I'd call in sick before that shit happened. It doesn't help that a Chick-Fil-A is right around the corner. If I had a dollar for every time a chicken biscuit has almost flown into my mouth (pun intended) I could just get some lipo and call it a day. Yeah, today has been a sucking hairy, sweaty, stinky monkey balls kind of a day with another "bootleg" Friday seemingly on the horizon. Ok, the next sound you hear will be Lyn sucking it up. Man, somebody needs a nap.
