Horrors

Monday + morning = disaster.

Today's Monday morning lasted all through the afternoon and shows no sign of letting up to this very minute (5:24 p.m.). I was swamped. The phone and fax were ringing off the hook, every project I started was interrupted, and I didn't have time to break for lunch. Do not worry; I ate, but it wasn't until 3 in the afternoon. The three hours past normal lunch break were excruciating. JT was unsympathetic. I told him I hoped his physical therapist tortured him today, but I was half kidding.

I was so emaciated that my purity ring somehow managed to slide off my finger. HORRORS! What are people going to think? No, it is probably lost in the swamp I sometimes like to call desk. It's kind of a good feeling, though, seriously. Not to know that my finger was once that size, but to know that I've worked hard for those thirty pounds. I may not be able to tell the difference in the mirror, but my missing ring tells the tale beautifully.

Oh, I got paid.

Ummmm...

the end.