It's very sad that I was so happy to arrive home from work today to a heated apartment. But damn, it's nice to not have to be wearing a hat and scarf and four layers of shirts. The Boy I Currently Like made me feel like a baby because I was complaining about the cold. In fact, he straight-up called me a baby. But fuck, y'all, being outside when it's 55 degrees is entirely different than sitting in your apartment all day when it's 55 degrees.
But I have one less thing hanging over my head now. Work wasn't the most horrible thing in the world today. I left mostly on time. Got my Maple-Bacon Lollipops in the mail today. Had a good workout. Watching the new House. Have an empty-stomach, post-workout buzz.
There seemed to be other things I thought about saying, but they are all gone from my brain right now. Such is life. At least I'm not bitching about my shitty job, right?