As I stumble back out of the elevator at 8:39am, my mind atrophied, body aching, and hands trembling, my boss looks at me quizzically and asks, “Can I help you, ma’am?” edit: format
She nodded, bowed, and respectfully said, "You have $300,000 in your account, but the bank doesn't have that much money right now. Could you make an appointment and come back tomorrow?" The old woman then asked how much she could withdraw immediately.
The kids have gone back to school, and at the time I am going, I cannot find parking, and a lot of the times I end up cancelling my workouts because I work full time; the time I can go is limited.
mtorning glories by dawn. Perfect blue. I start to see you.
Moshpit-scrubs, et https://t.co/dRlD7bAjh4 let loose my mid-section’s
rherapeutic, laparoscopic
tefrigerated utensils both
Ahey say. Your beautiful words,
slice, a cut is a chance to heal;
I have things I genuinely want to do: get a job, improve my technical skills, build projects, try freelancing, maybe build an API/product and eventually make money from it. The strange part is that I have the time and I actually want these things.