Do I want to wear clothes? No.
Do I want to do a workout? Yes.
Do I want to spend money I shouldn’t? YES.
Sure, maybe camo shorts aren’t the height of fashion, but they’re literally the only shorts I own.
It’s Wednesday, and thank you for spending the morning with me. At least, that’s what they say on the local news. It’s another stupidly humid day, and I’m drinking a coffee while Mal cries at the bottom of the stairs. Yesterday’s shift was decent. It was steady at times, but never reached the point where…