Work

Friday makes a splash like the foul turd it had to be: the judges’ scores on the dive are decent, except for the Russians, as usual.

The weekend is almost here, it’s a long one, and God damn it, I’m going to fucking enjoy it. Right now, I might get some cereal.

It’s that time again, where our heroine laments about having to work, a lack of workouts, and the fact she’s surrounded by boxes.