We had a team-meeting lunch where I declared that Exile on Main Street is one of the best rock recordings ever made (sounds like it was recorded in a mud puddle).
I have my period. I want chocolate. Otherwise I’m in a fairly good mood. I’ve decided I don’t care that I’m a fat ugly cow and to focus on the things that really matter. Like the kick-ass hair day that I am having, or the fact that I’ve got lovely feet.
And the fact that my incredibly annoying coworker is now working from home and I no longer have to listen to her prattle on about her 1/2 million dollar house, lawyer husband, the 401(k) or how she just discovered H&M. Since this chick’s been gone, my Klonopin consumption during the day has gone down to 1/2 tablet to none, depending on how many times I have to explain to the EAs how not to fuck up the database.
I’ve also discovered that adding mixed nuts and dried fruit to your cottage cheese makes it funner and not like the depressing junior high school cheerleader’s lunch that it really is.
My boss was supposed to go to a conference in Nashville this week but she has the flu and didn’t go. She sent her golden girl instead, never mind that I’d been asking to go to this conference for 2 years and that I have seniority.
SO I’ve been wallowing is self doubt and trying very hard not to tap into the flask I have in my backpack.
Wife lost her iPod somewhere. Of course, it’s my fault. Plus the whole jar of salsa is gone and I was in the mood for salsa. And I’ve got rim itches, choirboy style.
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