I am sitting here, trapped in the middle of the week. With a head cold that is blurring my ability to see any hope on the horizon... I really don't know where I am going with this, except to say that I wish I could rewind to Saturday night, when I was stampeding through the streets of New York City with a herd of eight girls all wearing matching black blazers, and decide to go to bed 5 hours earlier thus not waking up with this cold.
But as that is not an option, I must at least find some new form of blazer in some new color and become my own person. If i am going to stampede, I might as well look unique while doing it.
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