girl you’re so smooth

I got yelled at today. By two professors. In front of about thirty college students. Over something I had absolutely no control over – and not the “it’s not my fault” shrugging of control. Absolutely. No. Control.

I haven’t felt this awful in a while. In fact, I’ve been feeling pretty damned spectacular lately. And today I get the double-whammy of the “hi, it’s your period” near-migraine as well as being yelled at like I’m in third grade.

Trying to shrug it off. Trying very hard. Focusing on what I came home to on Sunday night: fresh radishes and melted butter and salt, delicious pork in a seriously tasty and spicy sauce, and a perfect margarita. Among other good things.

And hey, Carlos Santana just walked into my library.




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