I had to go get a double mocha because work has been super stressful today. One shortsighted change after another. Graphics missing, or delivered to me in such a way that I need to actually fire up photoshop myself and fix them. Note: that is not part of my job description. Stupid last-minute reactive crap. The usual, I guess.

It should be said though that I prefer to be busy than bored.

If you were wondering, yep, I went to the gym on my lunch break.

This afternoon I salivated a little over the Fendi Spy it would be cool to have. It’s one of those impossible dream bags. Looks soft and comfortable and not too fashiony — it would last a long long time. Then I saw photos of people actually wearing it. The damn thing is ginormous. Probably really heavy. Now I won’t feel so bad about not blowing THOUSANDS on it. Not that I ever would have.

I love being reminded by PSAs on television that if I were only five inches shorter, I would require a child’s booster seat to ride in a car.