Envelopes

So I had these envelopes in the back seat of my car. Big ones. You know. For mailing presents.

See, where I live, I have to park in a garage across the street. So there is no quick “running out” to the car. You have to get dressed, lock up, go down an elevator, jaywalk across a busy street, go up an elevator, and to your car. So I figured when I woke up today, I’d go to get the envelopes, but first I’d go get my favorite slice in town and then go get a piece of fish for dinner.

So I got dressed.

And I ate lunch.

And I went to the grocery store.

And I came back to my apartment.

Do you notice what I didn’t say I did?

But my day otherwise was just stupid. How about yours? ::putting my f’ing coat back on::

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