I worked, like, all freaking day. And then decorated the house. In our new if-you-don’t-actually-eat-it-it’s-so-totally-not-worth-it style. It’s significantly more minimalist. And that’s okay.
Nothing fun happened at work. The guy I was working with told me that his niece started wearing a training bra, which really made me just want to begin drinking heavily. Oh. Some guy had me take his picture with his cell phone and send it to his wife because he just got new glasses and she would apparently find them hilarious. Whatever, dude. Leave me the hell alone. So I guess that was pretty funny.
Not worth going through eight hours of it, though.