I've been having kind of a rough week. I figured that if I could get through today without crying, snotting any of my allergies onto another person, or disappointing my boss (I do that a lot) that I should be ok and things will start to look up.
Then this morning I arrived at work and realized I had not eaten breakfast, nor brought anything with me that could serve as such. I went to the (awesome, independent, delicious) coffee shop nearby and as I was waiting for my drink I noticed a Magic 8 ball on the counter.
"Magic 8 ball, will I survive this day?"
"Better not tell you now"
Crap.
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