Stomach

Stomach throbs.
Maybe it'll go away.
No, don't take my icon personally.

I ruined a favorite shirt of mine by being stupid with my iron.
I also noticed 2 other shirts appeared to have to issues.
One had a grease spot that won't go away, and the other spontaneously got ink on part of it.
So - does that mean I'm down 3 work tanks? I'm pissed.
These 3 were ones I really liked.
Fuck that shit.

Now all I have are teeny-bopper tank tops, which are great for my days off, however... don't work for in the office.

I can't find my wallet still. It wasn't "on my desk," like I thought.
No, I'm not trying to be a miserable person.
It just happens.
Things'll be better by afternoon... right?
Then we have miss J informing me of a meeting that's in less than an hour.
Last minute.
I don't like that. Tell me ahead of time if you have plans. That involve me.

Edit: Found wallet. One thing looking up, I suppose.

-Angela

More cowbell... I said more cowbell...

( Another Meme. Yarn. I think CenterUniverse will like this one. )

Update: Tummy stopped punishing me for being alive.
Thank gods. Trying to stay cheery.

-Angela

15 years

( In 15 years. Angela. )

-Angela