You know you're overly tired when you put your shirt on backwards in broad daylight and don't notice until nearly half of the way is gone, and you only realize your shirt has been on backwards all day because the tag has begun to scrap the fragile skin off your chest. As if wearing your shirt backwards wasn't embarrassing enough, you now have a red splotch and scratches on your once nearly perfect bosom. I hope I don't make a habit of this.
Bahaha.
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