It's better than being sick.

Theme Song: Illustrated Band - Paragon

More work drama. I'm no longer angry, I'm aggrieved. This situation cannot be healed, only partially repaired. At least I totally OWNED my presentation yesterday morning. When I have to give them, I gripe a little bit beforehand about it, but during and afterward I'm always in high spirits. I'm frustrated about work in general at the moment, but it will pass.

Life is wonderful, on every other front. It will only continue to get more wonderful, exciting, etc. etc., and I'm full of anticipation.

Unfortunately, I'm exhausted this morning. I'm pretty sure I know what possesses me to stay up as late as I do, but at times like these when I'm desperate to put my head down on my desk and snooze for a few hours, I find myself regretting my impulsive decisions... Especially when I have two hours of dance lessons directly after work, and then an ice skating excursion afterward. ::headdesk:: Wednesday ended up being a mostly-rotten day (it improved after 6:15 PM), and Jesper pooped in my bed on my new duvet cover. I saw the fee for the locksmith adventure last Tuesday on my online statement, which I was so furious about that I didn't even bother trying to blog about it. ::headdesk again:: Good thing last night ended up being so nice. S and I went to Wildflour Pizza, where I had absolutely no appetite to speak of, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. And then, an evening spent in each other's company. We just naturally get along, even when we're not getting along.

This has been a trying week, but not quite as bad as almost dying like I did last week.

How bleak!