I really don’t want to work today. But I am here. And I am pretending. And I am thinking about what I am going to do for an hour while I am on my lunch break. I am seriously considering making a break for it. If I could keep my eyes open and my legs didn’t feel like spaghetti noodles, I may have already done so. Exhaustion is fantastic.

I am never going to see the cute Scottish boy again, and this makes me sad. Scottish boy was super cute. Dammit. I hate cute Scottish boys.