Just a short post today because it's late and I'm tired.
I learned something quite pathetic about myself this week. I am horribly indecisive. Also, three bank tellers at the Chase bank on 19th Avenue know me by name. How is this related you ask? On Monday, I went to Chase to swap some $ for £. And then on Tuesday, I picked up the £ and exchanged more $, because my grandparents gifted me some $ when they learned I had to preorder £ ahead of time. And then on Thursday (not Wednesday - that was Christmas Krunk Bitch Time/HOLLA-days! ♥), I picked up the £ and exchanged more $, because my mom thought I wouldn't have enough. Finally, today I went for my last pick-up, and the teller said, "Sandra, right?" Oh, the shame. Had I decided to exchange a set amount of money in the first place, I would have saved myself plenty of trips to the bank, and the tellers and I would not be on first name bases.
Three more days!
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