So, sometimes your boss messes up your schedule. And instead of just working the overnight shift, you work fifteen hours straight, spanning an evening, a night, and a morning. And sometimes, when you're done working those fifteen hours, you head straight to the nearest grocery store, buy a Ritter Sport (dark chocolate, to be exact) and some Swisher Sweets, and indulge the entire way home, with Josh Groban serenading (in French) in the background. And sometimes, you just can't help but feel elegant, weary, and fabulously dysfunctional.
It was one of those days.