So much for watching the game to cheer me up before work from the evil-nightmare-insomnia and evil sick deathness. Ew.
But I suppose things can't get *worse* at work...? I feel like I've regressed two months for this entire week, but hopefully if I smile enough it won't show.
Apologies to
aj... I think I was meant to edit something for you today before work. I'll catch up with you at some point soon -- after the weekend if not before. Send me the updated version to look at, eh?(And I will laud the awesomeness of
besyd at a later time to avoid mixing her birthday gleee up in such a whiny post!)-- Little Red, who feels cursed.
Edit: Arrrg. Crap. *deep breath* Will not act like a bitch. Will be pleasant. Will smile. Will not panic. Will not break down. Get. Through. Today. Will applaud effort for same at five minute intervals.
Here. Mini-gleee: 1) We have uniform shirts at work now so I don't have to make a decision about what to wear! 2) Mother is making me black bean soup!
