So is my philosophy in life. 10 minutes standing around in my store at work, 10 minutes sitting on the bench. Make your bed one day, the next let it lie in a disaster. Last night, I touched grass and leaves with my hands. It's a huge deal for a germaphobe. I can barely touch a door handle. Today, in order to make up for touching leaves, I had to check every chip and every bite of my sandwich to make sure there wasn't dirt on them. I swear there was dust in my cup of Hawaiian Punch. Seriously, perhaps one day I'll actually find something and be able to say it was all worth it.
Until then, I'll just keep checking my cups and food for killer dirt.
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