Thursday, November 3

43. (Little.)

It's the little things in life that really make my day worth it. I mean, I live a pretty good living right now, honestly. Sure, I'm exhausted and depressed (both because of damned damned damned school), but the coffee shop downstairs (at the library, in which I work) now accepts debit cards. No longer will I have to bum a buck-fifty off of one of my co-workers in order to get my tall Starbucks house with caramel syrup and three to four little cups of half-and-half. This makes working until midnight so much easier, it's not even funny.

Thank you, The Bookmark, for making my evening. You're the best ever. Except for my sweetheart, who's the best by default.

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