Not that i have an overactive imagination or anything, but i swear, 5 o'clock has manifested itself as an adorable puppy who paces the sidewalk outside my 2nd story office window and barks me invitations to come play and snuggle and eat raisins. Naturally, after the incredibly painful half hour has passed and i rush out of the building to take 5 O'Clock Puppy in my arms, he has been hit by one the buses that rumbles past 22 times a day (making the entire building shake) or has been kidnapped by the meter maid or adopted-as-mascot by the UPS man because he is NEVER to be found, and leaves only a smushed raisin behind, which salts the wound freshly gouged daily at the thought of my commute home. A commute which would be nothing short of a delight if i were able to collect my puppy and leave at 4:30.
kal
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