Down down down down
Fourteen thirteen then some more
Down down down down
Finally, until four...
Who knows what will transpire tomorrow. Maybe it will be Sunday, Hank's favorite working day. As of tonight, I am drunk. In a perverse way, I just want something to happen. Anything that will create some drama in our drab lives. But I miss my buddy and want her to stay as long as possible.
It is funny, the ways in which the macro-ecomonic environment can ruin your lunchtime.
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