Thinking about the hotel being a "hellhole," while peeling a tangerine, getting pounced on by an energetic puppy, laughing so hard it turns to hysterical crying, running to the kitchen, where the puppy still jumps up and standing by the counter, crying and trying to finish the fruit.
And other stuff is too tiring to write about.
But the cheap version of Irish cream in that glass tonight tastes nice!!!
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