I was reviewing my packets prework, and they had this blurb about dress code.
NOOO!!!
No sweat pants!?!? That's it I quit.
There goes my dream of showing up to my first day of work with a boner in sweatpants.
Oh well, I'll get a new job one day where I can take advantage of my right as a full-fledged American citizen to wear sweatpants everyday at all times including to work, funerals, weddings, bar mitzvahs, and cocktail parties.
I had a dream that the Spurs lost the series - at home. Does that mean I should bet lifesavings that the Spurs win tonight? If I always followed my dreams, I would bet that I could hover for 10 seconds at a time with some degree of effort.
I first discovered Google Maps street view this morning, and it temporarily liquified my brain. What will they think of next?
Oh yeah, I got my diploma in the mail today. So I got that going for me, which is nice.
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