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Right, I haven't got anything to say except to whine. My back stings still when I move wrong, though it looks fine, to me anyway. My allergies are acting up; my sinuses are all stuffed.
I'm wearing the blue-and-white skirt to work. The heck with professionalism, it's not immodest or anything, and there won't be any clients in our office this week, never mind today. And unlike most of my pants, the waistband isn't on the tight side, and if it WERE it's possible to sit in a skirt so you don't dig the waistband into your back. :)
I'm tired. And vaguely sulky for no real good reason; nothing I was thinking might happen last night did, so instead of doing something else, I sat there like a lump and poked at the web and did nothing. I probably should have taken that as a sign to go to bed early, but I didn't, so here I am, tired and whiny.
I'm wearing the blue-and-white skirt to work. The heck with professionalism, it's not immodest or anything, and there won't be any clients in our office this week, never mind today. And unlike most of my pants, the waistband isn't on the tight side, and if it WERE it's possible to sit in a skirt so you don't dig the waistband into your back. :)
I'm tired. And vaguely sulky for no real good reason; nothing I was thinking might happen last night did, so instead of doing something else, I sat there like a lump and poked at the web and did nothing. I probably should have taken that as a sign to go to bed early, but I didn't, so here I am, tired and whiny.