Or inside of, preferably. You think they’d trade for a Miata and a smol condo?
Finally finished up work. Boy, not my day. Ended up electrocuting my self (felt like a lot of needles concentrated in one place), breaking my glasses (d’oh!) and not finishing deliveries. Ugh. Got the van fixed though.
This series of unfortunate events all stems from the absolute hubris of believing I could handle a Monday without coffee, simply because I went caffeine-free on my two days off. Lesson learned. I’m a slave to the juice, and that’s okay!