I wake up in the morning distracted by other concerns, spend the day at a pool birthday party with a group of people where my entire relationship is based on seeing them at various birthday parties, then spend the evening playing FIFA 2004 Soccer and Eating with the Young Turks of a rigidly conservative Christian School, who teach while battling more than they should the antiquated perspectives of a bubble loving administration.
Get home roundabout 1:30 in the morning.
There. That’s my day.
A good one too.