Ya know, I didn't have to say I'd come in yesterday to work on my day off so Junior wouldn't be alone. I didn't have to go in today and help the boss clean the damn place. The hell was I thinking? Someone, bosses included, asks me to do something when I'd much rather be laying in bed reading, but I say "Sure, I'll power wash the incredibly greasy kitchen and stick to the walls" ever-frigging-time. Oh, well, a fat paycheck is obviously in my future and I can live with that.
In other news, Princess loaded me a bicycle yesterday and, despite two decades' absence, I can still ride one of the things. She's a tough one to read, or maybe it's my natural inability to really for close connections with anyone. Oh, well, at least I got a bike out of it.
And now to begin two days off by sleeping late. Deal with it, bubba.
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