I drove my car to work today. It was the first time in, I think, 2 weeks. This is the longest streak that I’ve had, riding the bus on consecutive days, since I’ve lived here. Not bad, I don’t think.
Last night, I made the decision that I was going to drive my car to work today on account of needing to run errands (going to the gym, going to the grocery store… both failed missions) and the fact that I had parked it in a place that I needed to move it from.
En route, a bit sleepy (my usual state) thanks to a long nap and trip to sugar town and the resulting inability to fall asleep at a quality hour… I reached up to scratch my face, only to find a decent amount of weekend stubble still residing on my mug. I had 100% planned on shaving this morning, as I do on all Mondays, to enter the work week with a smooth approach. Instead, here I am … unkempt beard-face, rolling in after a weekend. Tired and hairy.
Whelp, see ya.
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