I was off today. And I'm sure I'm not the only one ecstatic about that. It's been another rough week, and I told PJ yesterday that he should write down the date as the day I was officially "DONE" with caring about that place. Done. We all know I will change my mind when I get back, but good flippin' grief. I sometimes think I can't take another minute of it.
So...in an effort to get my mojo back, I decided to treat myself today. I spent a really long time at the salon reading ridiculous celebrity news, and now I have new hair. Clover took this picture of me when I got home:
And I got a pedicure:
It's called "Lincoln Park After Dark" by OPI. Working around college girls gets you the lead on cool beauty products, by the way.
I also went to Barnes and Noble this morning for coffee and Valentine shopping. And this afternoon I stopped at a gourmet takeout place for homemade pimiento cheese which I am now devouring like there is no tomorrow.
To top it all off, when I got home, I found my materials from Stacy Julian re: A Library of Memories on my doorstep.
It was a good day. Never mind that I am now broke as a joke.
You know what, though? I just realized I have on the hospital pants today...the velour camouflage pants that I wore all 532 days I was in the hospital last year. I'm exaggerating about the number of days, but I did wear the pants every single one of them. And no matter how bad work gets - it's still better than being there. I need to remember that more often. Maybe I should wear these pants to work. I need to think on how I can make baggy velour camouflage pants University appropriate...