Fuh.

I had the maintenance man change all the burnt out light bulbs above my (my) cubicle today, and the lady beside me reacted by putting on sunglasses (honestly) and fiercely whispering to all the other ladies about what an inconsiderate bitch I am. "It's like the sun!" she later exclaimed aloud, followed by, "My retinas are burning!"

I also wore my seksi Wednesday dress today, and not a single person told me I was cute. Not at work. Not on Twitter. Not when I came home to my boyfriend slamming dishes and cupboards around. He took his laptop out to the garage without a word to me where he remains at the moment.

I could drink, or I could work out. I could work out, and then drink. But I can't drink and then work out.