Man, it’s only Tuesday

and I’ve already caught a cold. My body can’t decide if it’s molten lava or an arctic tundra (thanks, hormones). Meanwhile, I’m tearing apart the house for my favorite black comfy shirt, because clearly that’s essential to surviving work tonight.

After all, Tuesdays are sacred flyer printing, flyer-sorting Tuesdays. Obviously, this is rocket science, and I alone hold this knowledge.

I’m fine. Just needed to be dramatic a moment.
All better now.