Habs and I stopped by Shipley's on the way to work. Conveniently unhealthy, but oh so good.
Work was hectic, yet unproductive.
With a chinese dinner, I got the following fortune: Hope for the best. But prepare for the worst. Kinda nice and morbid at the same time.
Spent the evening painting some doors, then catching up on work and school work. Not much time to spend on myself.
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