hello, it’s Monday. I don’t feel like working. My bosslady is still out, so I am not entirely sure how much working will be done.

In alarming news my face has broken out in all sorts of crazy little bumps. I am not sure if it’s cancer. But I’ve decided that drinking gobs of orange and grapefruit juice will probably cure it. I will keep you posted on this development.

So it’s Monday and I have a date all the way on Friday. I am pretty sure I will expire before that time gets here. I just want Tuesdaywednesdaythrusday to just disappear into the ether. Dates make me nervous. I am a terrible first date. I giggle because I am nervous and I never, ever shut up because I am nervous and I play with my hair and chew on my lip, all because I am nervous. Why oh why do I subject myself to this? Oh yeah, it’s because I am lonely. I forgot.