My hard's day night is a lil' less frisky than the Beatles'. But whatever frisk my night lacks, my day made up for it. I left my house at 6:30 am and got home at 7:30 pm. I was productive and did some financial stuff, I've been meaning to do for several months, but simply haven't done. I'm organizing my classroom. I had a satisfying run... I kicked all butts that were in my row. (I'm a little on the competive side.) But, I forgot a towel, so I went to rent one. The lady told me, "Sweetheart, we don't have any towels." I was sweaty and needed to be at Vespers in thirty minutes: AWESOME. I improvised; I'll leave it at that. Go, me!
I'm off to read because I am a biblio-fiend!
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