Shirts and toilet paper.

I don't think I've quite gotten the hang of buying the right button-down shirts yet. They can't be as tight as normal cotton. I begin to think that if there's any hint of fabric stretching across the breasts when I put my shoulders back, the shirt is indeed too tight and I will end up sweating in its armpits in the afternoon. Why did nobody ever teach me these things, hmm? :(

On a funnier note, I asked a question over on vaginapagina last night... and was answered... oh my. I love it over there. :)

Thank god it's Fri... oh bloody hell, never mind.

Bloody fucking mmmmph....! I survived the week, that is nice. For having a big deadline on Tuesday the workplace is very nicely calm and nonpanicked, too. So I figure okay, I'll go in a little on Sunday for sanity's sake, and relax otherwise, and all will be well.

But, no. Our inconsiderate friends are getting frigging married on Sunday, as I had conveniently managed to forget. So the work bit has to be tomorrow, and my lifting schedule has to switch around again, and I still won't get any time at home. How is this happening? I enjoy being at home. I really do.

After this deadline I must and will make it a priority to walk out of that place at 5:01 PM every day and not look back.