I’m cold, not uncomfortably cold, but just cold enough that if I had a pillow at my desk I could take a really great nap. Sadly every time my eyes drift, someone asks me some question.
To add to the millions of things I’m trying to do this week, I have to start calling in for jury duty tomorrow!
Super mushy yet i have this edge of bitchy.
Sir said in his message last night, he made me watch the debate so we could talk about it. As I was watching, or rather cursing at the tv, while my head was pounding and I could swear my ears started bleeding, I realized that. It’s one thing to be pissed, it’s another thing to share that with those you are about.
My entire office agrees.
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