Blech day

Weather: 35 degrees (feels like 25); raining. Yes, raining.
Mood: OK
Hair: Clean, blownout, curled AND styles (on the FITYMI theory)
Listening to: blowers. Soon to be music, but I'm not sure what yet.

It’s 10:00. The fire department just showed up because “I” called them. Uh….no. I didn’t.

I think, after much confusion and trying to figure out if someone on staff did indeed call them, we've discovered that the director called and said something about the “lower level.” Which vaguely sounds like my name if you put marshmallows in your mouth and assume that the dispatcher is deaf.

On the other hand, it’s 10 a.m., I’ve been here nearly 2 hours and I’ve done nothing but clear my desk and deal with email issues. And meming. There is still that very full cart hovering behind me.

I have 33.8 fl oz. of Dr. Pepper sitting here (actually, less, so maybe 30.1 oz.) that I’m thinking I need to get ingested ASAP.

Prosit.