Fair and Balanced

Some mornings, you wake up two minutes after you want to leave the house. You run around your room frantically, throw your hair into a ponytail and jump into the first clothes you see. You speed walk your route to school and make it to class a minute late.

Some mornings are like that.

Some evenings, you decide you want a milkshake, so you go a local milkshake shop. You think you might be late, but they are open until 11 PM. Amazed by the variety of flavors, you choose cherry amaretto. Eventually, the pulling power of the straw becomes impossible to counter, so you open the top and discover lovely chunks of dark chocolate, which you drink from the cup. It gives you a beautiful pink milkshake mustache.

Some evenings are like that.

[it all balances out in the end]