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I feel like shit. Like I've been hit by a car and then had a large melon stuffed up my nose. And then someone sanded my throat like an antique coffee table. Blah.

My mama got a promotion at work. Yay mama.

Last night was fun at work. We were busy, and then died, so it just turned into an employee dance party. One of the bartenders (my favorite) dances like a mix between Carlton from Fresh Prince and a twelve year old white girl. It's fuckin' great. She can rock the running man like no one!

As we were leaving work, Pei and I got pulled over. One of her headlights was out. We finally get moving, and Pei says, "I hope we don't get pulled over again before we get home." Guess what happens as soon as the words are out of her mouth? When the second cop, who was really cute btdubs, gets to the window, we're both laughing and just hand him everything, warning from first time included. He laughed at us. He had dimples. haha

Blah.

I don't feel capable of writing anything else of consequence. I just want to drink my honey-vanilla-chamomile and get back to bed.

Love y'all. Pace.

Oh! Twofer:


(pre-work)