The thing about being a freelancer is that you really don't have to leave your house much. Or get dressed. Or interact with other humans. Which makes this trashcessorizing thing not nearly as embarrassing or difficult as it would be for the average citizen. I could just nibble away at leftovers in my jammies and breeze right on through the week.
So today I'm going to pretend to be normal. I'm heading out to an office I like to visit now and then. I'm going to take the subway, order lunch out, and even pretend to get some writing work done in public.
Watch out San Francisco, I'm armed and dangerous.
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