This is the third draft of today's post.
First, I was going to recount the conversations I overheard on the way to work. But then I figured hearing the lady lie about her location or the dad instructing his son on how to walk properly was only funny to me.
Then, I was going to tell you that I'm looking for some dream analysis. This might sound exciting, but the dreams are work dreams. I know the root of that problem. And it would be really nice if they would stop in sleep time. And day time too.
But I settled on telling you I brought my lunch to work today and I picked up a Diet Coke on my way into the office. I think I'll go ahead and eat lunch now. It's 8:45 a.m. Everything will be just fine.