There are days that work makes me feel like a beaten woman; the service industry can do that to a girl.
But today, I have no work worries. Just the everday life humdrum errands that make me feel like a person again.
Who knew the magical properties of an oil change?
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After eight long days without a day off, I am headed to the park with my iPod, my journal, and Liberal Fascism.
After all of this work, work, work, under very stressful conditions, I just need some time to be out in the sun, in a wide open space. This small dwelling of mine is making me feel stuffy and crowded in.
Maybe after some sunshine, I’ll have the motivation to clean it.
Probably not; that’s just how I roll.
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