I start the day at approximately 5.30pm, then I'm fully done with work around 3ish, and it is a progression of labor that peaks around 9.30 and 1pm. My makeup and hair look great as I step out the door, and my hackneyed panty hose socks are fresh and in their proper place. The uniform seems crisp, and the pants ever flowy. However as the day goes on, my whole being begins to sag and frizz. I lost the smooth updo look around 10.30 and had flyaways sticking out everywhere, my lipstick is gone completely and my "socks" are coming off and out of my flats. My feet hurt, my back aches and my face feels like a botox injection gone wrong from smiling all day. I limp back to my apartment and lay as one dead for a couple sweet and glorious moments. Right now, the last muster of energy was spent dragging my feet through our grocery store.
What about dinner you ask, ever so kindly, thinking of my well being. Well, says me...I might have ordered room service.
Yep.
That just happened. I ordered room service because I can't make it off the couch or this surprisingly comfortable dinner table chair, and because...this might be the only time I get to do this so don't judge me.
So now I'm going to veg like its my job, and do absolutely nothing else tonight.
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