...wore a shirt that arrived in the mail yesterday.
...drove past four separate accidents on my way to work.
...had my hair cut in a ridiculous salon with a real live dj by a woman who sounded like Paris Hilton and knew all the words to the new Brittany song.
...bought my son the journal he's been lusting after so he can start writing his latest story.
...wore my boss's jeans.
...talked some shit.
...drank some cherry mint water.
...helped The Kid fill out Valentine's cards for his classmates, and listened as he uncomfortably tried to explain what "you're hot" means when you say it to a girl as opposed to someone who's on fire.
...worked my ass off.
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