Day #10

I spontaneously took a midnight road trip to Philly last night. Got Pat's and Geno's, with the whiz. Came back into DC around 6 am. The plan was to crash at my friends' place until work. Be a zombie and then bask in the glory of the weekend.

What actually happened: Overslept until 9:50 am and ran out of the apartment like a prostitute.

It was one of those days where you leap up from bed (this time, floor) and make a frantic dash to the car, hoping that no one has noticed your absence at the office. I was stuck at a light and stripped down to my undies and changed into Zack Morris attire. Parked, patted my hair down and waltzed to my desk, possum breath in full force.

No one seemed to be the wiser. And I left early too. Makes for a good weekend, cheesesteaks at 3 am and Saturday only 11 hours later.