I'm currently counting down the minutes until 5 p.m.
It's not that I don't like my job. Noo, I like my job. Rather, it's that at 5 p.m. my co-worker and I are heading to the bar to partake in some free alcohol and appetizers. Like I always say, the only thing better than a gin drink is a FREE gin drink. Yay!
The only thing I'm worried about is that last time I went to this particular establishment and partook of the free-ness, I fell down after. Of course, I attribute this falling down to an ill-advised shoe change, and not the booze, but who's to say it wasn't a little of both. Tonight, I'm not changing my shoes. I'll let you know what happens.
Is it time to go yet?
Can I just tell you that this new bra I'm wearing has GOT to be the most uncomfortable item pretending to be an article of clothing EVER? There is not one way that it not poking me awkwardly. The Bastard.
Is it time to go yet?
Am I dating myself with Adam Ant lyric titles or, for that matter, with the fact that I had no idea that Bela Fleck and the Flecktones were a freaking JAM BAND? I guess "banjo" does not necessarily mean "bluegrass." Lesson learned, my friends, lesson learned.
Is it time to go yet? No. Seriously. Is it?
Yay! Now it's time. Thanks, You Tube!
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