Priceless

Yesterday I was late to work because I couldn't find my opera glasses. Today I purposefully stopped and got a Starbucks coffee. Everyday, I get up, temporarily transform into a sardine for my morning commute, and march down the iconic Bay St. (amid all the suits and breifcases) to go to work. I often work through lunch, and stay late. I have no life. Am I a lawyer? Accoutant? I might as well be. Who's life is this???

The ol' T-dot is looking a lot different these days, and I can't say I like it. Why is everyone in such a damn hurry all the time? Most people just click-clack in their fancy shoes right by the museums I work so hard in. Sadly, some days their attitude gets right to me and I wonder why the hell I even bother. And then I have no choice but to drink fancy coffee.

GO TO MUSEUMS. YOU CAN LEARN THINGS THERE. YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE A GOOD TIME.