It was my co-worker asking me where I was.
Apparently I was already 15 minutes late.
So I hauled my buns to work. It was a mess.
I almost fell asleep while cutting strawberries.
Ended up eating a life supply of yogurt samples,
just to satisfy my screaming stomach.
(Literally. I think it scared a small child.)
And received a present from the acne man,
right on my forehead under my super cute work hat.
Wonderful. Not only are my feet pounding,
but I'm almost positive my stomach will never forgive me
for feeding it all that fro-yo.
Don't worry, I'm not complaining.
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