Today is, again, a day of fail.
Day 21
So far today, I've been 10 minutes late for work, cold, running around like an idiot outside the office, got my hands covered in grease fixing a radiation detector, unable to type, and had my dollar eaten by the pop machine.
See? Fail.
So to reitterate my thoughts about yesterday:
Dear Today,
I quit. You win. My bed beckons and you're in the way. Can I get a mulligan?
Please?
Sincerely,
Joe
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