A very long and tiring week behind me, I really should find something amazing and fun and borderline illegal to do, but all I want to do is nap right now.
Think I will snag a beer and see if my neighbor wants to throw around a football.
Oh, there's nothing going on here on the train aside from two hipsters arguing about taxes. One just said, "Sales tax is so passe."
I don't have the heart to tell her that saying something is passe is passe.
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