My manager sent me home early today. I asked if I could have a few hours at the end of my shift to go home and work some more on my paper. He sent me home 6 hours early. I might look a little frazzled. I truly thought it was due next week. So here I am writing this blog. And that's only because I cleaned the house yesterday. So AFTER I write the blog - no pichars.org, no random leg hair plucking, no unnecessary naps, nothing but literature review.
I was hungry while I was leaving work so I stopped by the BK. You might be thinking, "Dang, this girl really likes some BK." But you'd be wrong. I'm lazy. Everywhere else (besides Popeyes and I'm not paying $7 for three chicken strips) you have to actually get out of your car and walk into. So, yes, not only am I buying fast food because I'm too lazy to cook, but I'm going through a drive through because I'm too lazy to get out of my car.
When I came to that realization I was so embarrassed and swore that I would never tell anyone that. But then I laughed at myself and thought if you can't make fun of yourself with friends then what's the point of life. Laughing. And loving. But right now it's laughing.
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