I feel like poo. I do. Poo. This is why one should say “no” to wine. It’s 7:30 a.m. and we’re on our way to coffee. I can’t think. My phone is dead and I want to call Toby. I want my bed. I want to rest. My tummy hurts. Apparently, I’m falling apart. :) Off to metro. Later.
missy
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6 responses to “missy”
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Sounds like a glorious day in the DC hood!
Glorious! Hang in there, you only have a couple more weeks to go!LikeLike
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Dude… a COUPLE MORE WEEKS?! That’s the longest hangover in history!
Missy, I had fun. Thanks. But it’s killing me. :)
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I am not sure about that either… and just think, I am working after work. DAMN! I am just stupid. Oh well.
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Oh, sorry. I was going to say only a couple more weeks until you can have your regular bed in your soon to be regular apartment with toby. Soy retardando.
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Mihow 
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