Why didn't I think of that?

[apocalypsos]

People need to stop asking me where I go to college or if I'm a student when they see me reading a book as if there were no such thing as reading for pleasure. And to stop telling me I need a boyfriend as if I haven't figured that out already or like I'm trapped in the world's most boring heterosexual vide game and acquiring a straight available man who's attracted to me and whom I'm attracted to as well means I capture the magic sword and win the game. And to stop advising I get my book published as if I can just saunter next door to the cozy neighborhood publishing house with a big plate of Toll House cookies and my manuscript and make that happen today.

In a related vein, why the fuck did I take overtime again last night?

*sigh*

Also, hey, it's my birthday. How 'bout that? ;)

(Thanks for the birthday wishes, guys. I appreciate it bunches, especially after the night I had last night. Urgh.)