We just dropped Rodney off at work. We sat in a spot for maybe 5 minutes before he went inside and I'm pretty sure I got a parking ticket. The guy was practically chasing me down as we pulled away with his stupid little handheld gizmo to copy down my license plate number.
I just burned lunch.
My nose feels stuffed up, but it keeps running.
I want to lock myself in my room with a mountain of junk food and hours of Netflix.
Flo must be approaching.
I think I'll move to Australia.
