Don't whine, just do.
Spent my lunch break today writing a post longer than a pope's encyclical and decided that because it was so melodramatic and angst-ridden, that I might as well just save it and read it through later. Then I went on to have an annoying afternoon, the kind where you regret ever being employed in the first place because people are just a bunch of frustrating buffoons. I hopped on the shuttle, headed to my hair appointment, saw an old friend and had a little chat, and then sat in the hairdo chair for about an hour. Somehow between walking off campus and now, I am a changed woman. Cutting off all the excess and leaving it on the salon floor? Better than therapy.