Ain't no rest for the wicked.
Guess one day off was all that bulletin god could give me. I know I shouldn't be complaining, but even the strictest workplaces don't have seven-day weeks.
Then again, this next targe isnt going to die for another three days, so technically I have two days off. For some reason I feel like those two days aren't going to be a casual weekend.
Hopping on the bus, it's still somewhat early, meaning it isn't too crowded. The walls are carpeted with that blue confetti appearance. The entire vehicle vibrates as the wheels fill with air and the bus jolts forwards.
I will take this hour long bus ride to catch up on the three weeks' worth of sleep. ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓
Still, this location is so obscure. I only remember going here once with my grandparents when I was younger.
