I bought lunch for some
I bought lunch for some good friends at work today. We walked several blocks for a nice lunch away from "the bad place" in the cool air and wrapped in warm sun. The weekend was here already and we couldn't even leave to embrace it. It was just those few minutes over lunch shared by friends... it was a taste of the weekend. My afternoon bad at "the bad place" has been filled with useless meetings the unnoticed productivity snuck between them... a Monday in Friday's clothing. Now, in the witching hour, I fully expect all feces to hit the proverbial fan. Damn the torpedoes and fuck all else... I am leaving in 45 minutes. Period.
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