I’m on medication for acne and it’s making me itchy everywhere, including my ear and eyelid, which do not even have acne.
I need to make some kind of object diagram or powerpoint or SOMETHING for a meeting in less than an hour and a half and I just feel too angry to do any work. Seriously wondering if anyone would be suspicious if I just went home sick.
My everything hurts today. Maybe lifting heavy things will help…
So very tiny. Misread headline of “Forever21’s Plus Size Gaffe”. I read “Plus Size Giraffe”. I am deeply disappointed that there are no photos of chonky giraffes. I don’t care about clothing or the people who fail to market it. Moar animals.
I didn’t know I needed this before but I need it now.
Now I actually have to GO to the meeting and I dooon’t wannaaaaa
My FIL sent an unsolicited baby name suggestion to DH. That alone is eh, whatever. But it is one of the WORST names I’ve ever seen (not even a real name, at best a “Younique” one), plus the middle name is just a weird feminized version of my FIL’s first name
A monthly meeting that is normally catered is not catered today.
Mildly disappointed.
Then people brought junk food.
Which is worse.
… I like that the display suggests that if you hold ok, you can reset the temperature. If only!
I hate everyone. They are mean and they hate me. Also. I keep expressing my deep fatigue with their bullshit and they don’t like it. 1% of me knows it’s hormones. But udgsf. Fuck off humans.
I tried to make baked bok choy, forgot it was in the oven and burned it
My cat has destroyed my comforter by using it as a launch pad during high speed 3 AM zooming sessions and attacking my feet through it while I sleep, and a new one (comforter, not cat) is not in the budget right now.
But Tony Victor…I have recently learned on this very forum that cat claw trimming is a thing. I am building courage to try this.
It’s an hour past bedtime, I’m hungry and want food, but the dog is asleep cuddled up against my leg.
Everything got fucked up and so I was up until 3 am dealing with logistics. Then I woke up at 7. My body’s response to this is not mentionable in polite company.
Good thing we are not polite company!
I’m Canadian. I was born in polite company.
Please note that I wanted to write ‘I was born in polite company, bitch’, but that seemed too aggressive.
No it’s perfect actually. I need a shirt that says this.
My laptop is dying and I need my external drive but I am stuck under a very cute sleeping kitten.