They said I had AD...something... can we have class outside?

(From How I Met Your Mother)

I'd rather do pretty much anything to avoid grading my social studies tests, and I need to write another installment of September Stories. We are still in the honeymoon phase, but things will start to head south in a few more installments. But soon I'll post the two or three pictures I have saved. I can't focus on anything right now, much less things related to my actual job.

I'm going to try to get the September story written for post tomorrow. It will help me take my mind off of... other things, shall we say? But for today- a letter.

Dear Little Caesar's employees,
I don't know who that girl was that came to get a pizza for her dinner. I mean really. She looked like she just got out of bed. Did you see those brown yoga pants with the teal green shirt? And the grey grandpa cardigan over it? Can you believe she was wearing flip flops with chipped toe nail polish?

Let's not even go there about her hair. That hair was something else. She looked like she just woke up from a nap. Did she really think those three bobby pins would hold all that hair out of her face? No wonder she could barely see... Some people just have no fashion sense whatsoever. I'm tellin' ya.

Oh. Wait a minute. I think I know that girl.

Oh yeah. That girl was me.

Yeah...sorry about that. Next time I'll try to look a little more put together, even if it is just to go get a pizza.

Love and such,
That girl.