"Fuck you, you bitch! Can't you see it says bottles & cans only!" I'm jabbing the end of my broom into the recycle can trying to smash the copy of Frontiers magazine down inside. The top had a smallish circle on top just for bottles and cans and the magazine was sticking up out of the circle. Just this morning, Julio had informed us that the reason we are required to use the gardening/labor-style gloves provided was so we could stick our hands into the trash cans along Santa Monica Blvd. when they were overflowing and smush it down. That's what I was doing.
My hung-over, sleep deprived partner found it amusing. Which of course made it amusing for me. Soon we were both getting a good laugh. It was that kind of day.
I take 3 Aleve every morning. Today it didn't seem to help. But the time passed quickly and another half-day was done.
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