I'm about to whine. Be prepared. Yesterday I was sick. It was also my birthday. My twenty-ninth birthday was officially sponsored by Tylenol Cold & Sinus and my couch.
Today I got to work at 6:30 AM. It is now almost twelve hours later and, you guessed it, I'm still at my desk. Clearly, my productivity is questionable at this moment, but I'm here. I'm waiting on a meeting that I did not plan, but I have to host. A meeting that I do not want to go to.
I want to go home. Take a shower. Make a cup of tea. Watch Mad Men and cuddle with Hank (the boyfriend's dog) on the couch. I want to talk to my boyfriend on the phone (he's out of town). I want to be asleep at an unreasonably early hour.
Ok. I'm done now. Thanks for listening.