So, we've had some minor misshaps at work this week. Here a missed phone call, there a forgotten ticket delivery. Sometimes we think we're just too busy, but we have an inkling our heart's just not in it. It's Friday and we feel very 'St. Elmo's Soul-Searching Twenties,' minus the cracked out Demi alone in her cold pink apartment.
We think it's time for a glass of champy. Or is that a picture of beer? Is this a trick question? Our head is starting to hurt... where is our mid-morning cupcake? Hmmm... we vaguely remember grabbing it on the way to the gym this morning. Ya know, for a sugar rush-inspired workout. Try it sometime, we swear it helps the endorphines kick in.
Okay seriously, we need some champagne, with maybe a little E-V-E playing in the background.
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