O, universe. Why do you do this to me? The minute something in my life gets peachy, something has to get sucky. Will there always be opportunity costs to my happiness? Can't I just be happy? Like a dog scratching an itch? Just a simple-minded, innocent, fluffy dog besieged by fleas?
Ok. I will work tonight. But next week. Next week, I will get shit-faced. Just because. And thank you for the weekend, and the sand and the beer (a little sun would've made it golden, not that I'm complaining) and the inebriated laughter and the beer-soaked jokes that make no sense right now. And the deadline-extension of my econ term paper. That was much appreciated.
I bow down to you now, and will start working.
Ok. I will work tonight. But next week. Next week, I will get shit-faced. Just because. And thank you for the weekend, and the sand and the beer (a little sun would've made it golden, not that I'm complaining) and the inebriated laughter and the beer-soaked jokes that make no sense right now. And the deadline-extension of my econ term paper. That was much appreciated.
I bow down to you now, and will start working.
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