Friday Night Heartburn
Things on the outside remain the same. Same job, same clothes, same reflection, same people I work with, same store I go to, same shampoo I buy....but inside... something is happening. Either I apply the knowledge I have instead of making excuses or it's all just Friday night heartburn. I went to the bar after work with the girls (this includes jimmy.) I didn't really put up a fight this time when Hals asked me. I guess simply saying "okay" seemed to startle her answer of "Yeah... Hodiosho is going!" as she was ready to argue a case against my frequent outside of work "anti social" behavior. It was the first night going out with the gang for the new high school gothic chick receptionist. I sat at the bar with the rest of them, my boss kept up with me as I ordered vanilla sto1lie and cranberry one after another after another. Within an hour and a half I had a really nice buzz and headed home just as the snow began to fall.
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