Everyone has been walking around all dreamily since this weekend, oohing and aahing the weather.

Except, of course, me.

Yesterday when I got to work I felt ok, but the more nice it got outside the more I began to resent being cooped up in a cracker box with no windows. Come 5:00, bitch o' rama.

It's pretty bad when someone who makes ignoring you into a fine art to stop and say "are you okay? you've seemed like you're kinda in a bad mood lately."

This is my supervisor, the woman with the worlds hairest arms. In the spirit of today's DVD release, let's call her Chewbacca. (It suits her, not only are her arms all wooly, she's also like seven feet tall) When Chewbacca notices I'm in a bad mood, then I must REALLY be pissed!

So Chewey says "What's bothering you?"

Well let's start.

I just got paid and after paying the rent have a whopping two dollars to get me through the next two weeks.

My parents keep seperating, then making up, then breaking up again. My mom has taken a job as a bartender, I hate this stupid job or any job involving sitting at a fucking desk all day for peanuts while the boss gets his boat reupholstered, there's no real light in here (could we get a window? uh, no) aaaaaand not that I think about it that much anymore, but It's been so long since I had sex my boyfriend and I are just basically roommates. Oh and I've gained twenty pounds since this time last year.

Chewbacca didn't know quite what to say about all of that. She just made this funny noise and ran off to Hilton Head to play tennis.

Well, shit.

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