Nature has a way of reminding me that things could always be worse. Someone clearly had a worse morning than me.
I had a fallback plan for lunch, which was nice. I skipped Mexican in the cafeteria in favor of Mexican at Morelo’s with some of the crew.
After work, I dropped a baby watermelon and a couple yellow things off at my parents’ house. Then it was back home for rum and Overwatch.
Now I can’t stop craving hamburgers.
Every time I try to make myself get back upon my feet, all I ever think about is this.