Today I returned to work after many days out sick. I was rusty this morning, stumbling through my standard morning routine, and also trying to remember all the tinctures, potions, and assistive devices I wanted to bring with me:
Tissues- check Fuzzy scarf, fuzzy boots- check Raw garlic- check Apple cider vinegar- check Grapefruit seed extract- check Lemon- check Good tea- check Backup tea- check Food rations for a week in case I get stranded in a bitter 69 degree San Diego chillaxizzard I'm wearing a sweater over a sweatshirt over another sweatshirt (which is actually the cute one and it's a shame I had to cover it up but that's the only way the hoods fit together), over a shirt. I'm basically a human turducken, the belle of the Awkward Ball. I'll be in the corner at work, dancing with myself. Anyway, I eventually assembled my luggage at the front door, slid a hand through my bedhead- I mean beachy waves, and felt very proud of myself. Look out, world! I'm ready for work! One problem: NO PANTS.
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