Determined not to start the day on the wrong foot, I put on my shoe and hopped over to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. By 5pm I was getting hungry. Down the street is an Applebee’s, but I wouldn’t step foot in there, not after last time. But the hunger started to kick inside my stomach and I knew I needed to find something quick. Deciding that I needed to have some balance in my day, I went to KFC. I ordered two thighs and a leg, a medium Coke, and a side of mashed potatoes. Looking in my wallet I noticed that I didn’t have any cash, which was weird because I had just been to the bank. Not thinking about it to much I paid with my ATM card.
It was now getting dark, and by all accounts the day was over. I headed home and decided to go to bed. So I took off my shoe, and hopped over to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. I dreamed of last calls and toes with no right to be there. When the bouncer questioned them, they looked outraged, and refused to by the bill. I took another drink and left. When I awoke, I noticed that my sock was half off, and my toes smelled of gin. I thought back to the previous day and what happened between the time I combed my hair and 5pm and what a crazy time I had with those five guys, and would ever get back the money I loaned them. Looking though my wallet I found a receipt for KFC.
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Justin! It's Collins. Love the blog. (Actually it sucks but we are being overly nice to you.) Listen, I've got a couple of things that I want to send you. I emailed Beth Dewey at work asking for your address, or at least email - no response. I asked Rob, "You know, I don't know but I'll bet you could get it from HR." Anyway, email me at collins.walker@verizon.net. Hope you are dealing well with all this. Don't say I never wrote. Best, CW
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