There’s obviously something.

But I don’t know what it is.

No one will tell me.

Also Me: It'll make me feel worse, like it always does, which is why I decided that I won't do it anymore. Literally less than 18 hours ago I decided this.

Me: Ah, yes.

Me: ...

Me: ...

Me: ...

Me: *looks*

Me: I feel worse now.

At work this morning, as every morning, I made myself a cup of tea and set it on my desk to steep.  When I sat down to start working I was suddenly fed up with the placement of the things on my desk (computer, files, etc.) because it’s been causing me back pain.  I decided to do some rearranging, and in doing so, managed to bump the hot tea, spilling it all over myself and my desk.  Since I got a bit on the front of my sweater I, in my infinite wisdom, pulled my sweater off and used it to mop the desk dry.  It wasn’t until it was thoroughly soaked with ginger tea that I realized that I was now stuck wearing only a pink MLP tee, because all my work clothes are dirty and I wasn’t doing laundry until the weekend.  I went into the bathroom and sort of blotted at the sweater hopelessly with paper towels for a while.  Eventually I gave up and had to decide between soggy ginger-tea-smelling sweater and pink pony tee (my workplace is pretty casual but I want to get a few more months under my belt before I stop needing people to take me seriously.  They already know my nickname and I still would like a raise in a month or two, you know?).  I took a minute to breathe because I was pretty frustrated, and went ahead and put the sweater back on because I would rather reiterate that I’m a klutz rather than explain exactly how big a nerd I am.  Then I went around to a few people because I didn’t want people asking me what was on my clothes and told them my dumb story about my wasted hot tea (I made another cup.  With two teabags and no sugar.  I was really feeling the bitter.) so they would know and not make me repeat myself. -.-