My Twitter stream spells my woe.
It’s only Wednesday and I’ve already clocked in twenty seven hours at work since Monday when ideally, I should have clocked in just sixteen.
Ok, eighteen, tops!
It’s like the week decided to plot revenge for all the workdays I went gallivanting, all the Fridays I spent elsewhere and high on citrus and all the weekends I dedicated to two activities only, sleeping and painting shoes.
Yeah, this week pwns me.
Ok, eighteen, tops!
It’s like the week decided to plot revenge for all the workdays I went gallivanting, all the Fridays I spent elsewhere and high on citrus and all the weekends I dedicated to two activities only, sleeping and painting shoes.
Yeah, this week pwns me.
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