I can hardly find time to exercise. But I'm getting my homework done, which is pretty pointless all things considered. I'm going to finally WORK this Saturday night hough, while my dad is hosting a truffle-dinner in his wine shop. I don't care, I'm sure he'll save a little something for me -- and he just got home from France, the lucky bastard! Ugh, THIS is why doing what he does wouldn't be such a bad thing. Even if it sounds cliché.
"I wanna be like my daddy when I grow up."
Pfft.
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