I sit at my computer, wondering what will be expected of me today.
I look at my hair, rumpled, ratty, and ready for a trim and have no desire to straighten it, except for the fact that that's what one does.
The dentist is waiting for me this morning. Two cavities need filling even though I floss and brush regularly. Thank you mouth.
Marching band is on my mind this morning, but the ache isn't as deep as I thought it would be. Is that normal?
I want a new job...but I realize that no matter where I work, no matter how perfect, I'll probably still complain about it.
Granted, a book store sounds better than a clothing store.
That's all...
Sincerely,
Kaitlin R.
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