Today I am ick.
I am tired, irritable ick.
I am trapped in the ninth-level-of-design-hell of heinous Powerpoint Presentation preparation and PMS.
And our neighbor, who is a very cool designer person, who travels to cool international places for work and who always looks like she just got off of a (first class) flight from Bhutan is coming over for drinks. She is leaving her minimalist, nothing extranious, zen apartment to come over to our somewhat less than minimalist apartment for drinks.
I guess I'd better hurry home and pick my undies up off the floor, right?
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