Well, well, well. It's the weekend. Thank god for small favors. I'm excited for this weekend; I'm looking forward to my dinner plans. And the fact that I can lay back, but, whoa, it's supposed to be 80 degrees in Chicago. In October. Unheard of. I should probably take advantage of that.
It reminds me of the summer I spent riding in a red truck, Tucker, if you will, with the wind in my hair. One of my favorite summers, if you will indulge me, was when I was unemployed and happily so. My best friend had a job where he only worked until 1 pm or something. He'd finish work and pick me up in the fateful red truck, we'd decide where to eat lunch and spend the rest of the day together. I love those days. Before I had to actually get a job. Before he moved to LA. Before real life kicked in. Those were the days memories were made of.
I also ate more Wendy's than I should have that summer.
End of the era, my ass. Jonathan, you'll have to work much harder to get rid of me.
[Sorry, friends. All will be back to normal on Monday.]
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You forgot to mention your alarm clock was my call at 1:30 in the afternoon. I wish I could eat Wendy's as much as I used to. Those really were the days. Thanks for trimming my body hair for me.
Have a great weekend, and enjoy the gorgeous weather. We still need to plan something with T soon!
I was kindly leaving that part out, Jonathan. And way to throw it out on the internet. Thanks.
Breakfast At Toast: Yes! We must make plans. Soon.
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