Goof Balls

This morning I sauntered bleary eyed into the cafeteria and was assured by Sarah that I could be a model. Everyone agreed and Ethan told me that that meant that I never had to be a telemarketer again. I was very appreciative of these words, and then I went on with my life. I drove golf carts mostly today, and it was fine, almost dandy even. But I'm so tired, have been all day. The UMBH rec staff challenged the TPCC staff to a game of ultimate frisbee last night at midnight, or maybe we challenged them, but whatever, the point is that we didn't start until 12:30 and I didn't go to sleep until 3. I did not run at 6 this morning, but yeah, I survived. Life is still fine and peachy,
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