It’s Friday afternoon. I’m at work looking more disheveled than usual. I’m hungover. Which is par for the course on Fridays. However, this is no ordinary hangover. This is one of those super heavy duty hangovers. I consumed so much alcohol last night I think if I were to cry (which I might) vodka would probably come out.
I feel like how Michael Jackson looks. There’s no where I’d love to be more than in my bed hugging my knees to my chest underneath my Sailor Moon covers. But alas I’m stuck in corporate hell until 6 p.m.
Enjoy these warm covers & watch the clock, like I am.