And the return of Zombie Apricot has commenced!
First, let me explain. During the summer (you know, the summer that I was a part-time worker and working about 40 hours a week?) I would come home, change out of my uniform, and plop down on the couch watching CHOPPED and eating whatever my parents* had saved me for dinner. Mother affectionately dubbed me "Zombie". Well, all right, it was less affection some days than utter frustration that I never did my dishes.
(We've already established that dishes are not my strong point)
And it was true. After working for so long during the day, I would come home and join the undead. I'm now joining the undead again. Why? Five classes, two jobs, and not enough time in the day to do everything. May I have naptime now?
*Just on a side note, my parents were AMAZING. They always gave me so much food and made sure that I was taken care of.
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