- Mom: What time are you leaving tomorrow?
- Me: 6:45.
- Mom: ...
- Me: You mad? You want me to leave earlier? I can leave at 6:00...
- Mom: ...Or even earlier.
- Me: I'm not gonna leave three hours before work. I don't work at Mordor!
it might be a quarter-life crisis,
or just a stirrin' in my soul.
who knows?
