I’ve had a cold for almost a week, and I thought I was handling it reasonably well.
This afternoon, I blew my nose for the 27,457th time and also blew out my left ear. And now I feel like this:
“And all you should wear is lingerie and a jacket.”
TGIF
Boredom creates a kind of mania that is hard to control. Today at work I felt as though my brain was clicking so fast that eventually something in it would come loose. I hate feeling that overwhelmed by my surroundings and by the swirling dervishes in my head. I think I need to start drinking at work.
Work crushes are fun for the first few weeks. They remind me of high school. You plan your day around the possibility of seeing your crush. You dress up on days you know you’ll bump into him and try to be near him when you’re saying something particularly witty.
But after a time, the fun wears thin, and the crush becomes a depressing exercise in fruitless longing. It’s even worse when you suspect that the object of your affection knows about your puppy lust and feels a little sorry for you. Gah! So much like high school. Without the unfortunate yearbook pictures.
