When I got off work today I didn’t want to go home. I called Laura, but she and Kimbley had plans tonight. I didn’t want to mess myself up for going to Miss Kat and dana’s tomorrow, and catching Russ and Billy on the spur of the moment is pretty much impossible.
So I want home. Grumpily.
I dutifully ate stuff out of the fridge, and to keep from feeling completely worthless I washed a load of towels. But I wasn’t happy about it.
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