Ever wake up one Thursday morning and think to yourself, "I have a feeling next week is going to suck."? And then it did?
That's what happened to me.
And so far the week has been fake smiles and butt kisses. Because sometimes you're the pigeon. And other times, you're the statue. This week, I'm the statue.
A Prozac or eight might help things along smoothly.
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