Song for this post: "Slept So Long" ~ Jay Gordon
"Do you see spots? Do you hear voices? Does Elvis talk to you?"
I feel like a traitor.
But I have somewhere I have to be during lunch. Somewhere that involves huge amounts of pain and a popsicle stick.
So. Not. Ideal.
I'm sorry coworkers. I'm sorry boss. I'll miss you all while I'm being subjected to the ritualistic torture chamber known as a day spa.
Woe to the people of the republic. Woe.
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