So far, nothing in my physical appearance has changed. Which is good. Either way, it doesn't matter because it's not the point.
My watch is smiling at me now, telling me I've been on my ass doing almost nothing in Spinelli for four and a half hours. It's mocking me, I know. Which is why I "accidentally" scratch it sometimes. It's right, however, about me having to leave soon. The store's starting to close.
"Consume Promptly"
Listening to - Nineteen, Tegan & Sara.
