But Monday brought more snow just in time for the morning commute. The day before brought..oh, musta been a million screaming kids guessing by the volume they reached and yelling angry customers, while crappy pop music played overhead like the soundtrack to a bad 80's movie. I brought an overload of hormones to the mix along with a stinky disposition. I came home from work a spent, limp lifeless shell in bad fitting skinny jeans.
Upon waking, I deduced the totality of the entire mix of events could only mean one thing - personal day. I clearly was in no shape to converse with humans. I had hit a wall. I had come undone.
After I released myself from my 7.5 hour sentence by calling out, I realized the snow was actually quite beautiful and I was able to have a few laughs and rustle up some breakfast for me and the Pnut. It turns out the wall was my friend.
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