Can’t trust a Monday.
I’m only finally getting to eat at 3:30.
I’ve been in court all day – different courts too – so I’ve been running around like a crazy person, dealing with shitty people and their stupid bullshit. I’m proud to say I was extremely gracious throughout, despite being hangry and hot. Ugh it’s so fucking hot.
It’s going to be a tequila kind of night.
And/or Bourbon. Maybe a red. white. Ripple. Flapple. I mean, I’m up for knocking out Monday by any means possible.