Hey, hurdlers, it's Emily popping in with five minute Friday.

I've thought about renaming this episode because it's never actually only five minutes.

But, I mean, it rolls off the tongue.

It doesn't seem to be a sticking point for any of you.

So I think we just roll with it.

Also, I just need to say this.

There's like a cute older gentleman that lives like on the same floor as me across the street.

And usually on Thursdays, definitely on Fridays at four o'clock, he starts jamming out to music on his balcony,

like loud enough for literally the entire block to hear it. And I don't want to be the cynical

person that says this can be a little bit distracting. I still have some stuff to get done.

But I am definitely that person right now.

Am I horrible? Anyway, this week, I'm talking to you about a thought I had this morning. I was

digging through my laundry, as one does, when they're trying to find a certain pair of shorts that

they swore were in their dresser and they're not there. I wasn't digging through the laundry because

I was going to wear the shorts if they were in the laundry. But part of me kind of thought that I may have

dropped said shorts when I was doing my actual laundry the other day. So the anxious person

inside of me wanted to find the shorts. Anyway, I'm digging through the laundry. It's like 6 a.m.

And I can't find them. And so I decide that I'm going to wear my second favorite pair of shorts.

And I put them on and I'm like hustling and bustling around my

apartment trying to get myself together before I want to be out of the apartment within like the

next 10 minutes. And as I take a quick second to pause and drink my small espresso cup,

I have this moment where I realized that it is almost the end of October and I am still

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