Sigh

How’d I end up with just barely 10 minutes left of a 20-minute break?

God, my feet are tired. My shoes are digging into my ankles, can’t wait to get them off.

Is it my imagination, or is my skirt looser than the last time I tried it on?

I’m ready for home. Of course, as aforementioned, sometimes idle time is dangerous time for me. Desmond has PT, though, so there’s that.

My father butt-dialed me again. He does it all the time. I think it’s funny.

Gotta go again.