My joints are sore in the morning when I wake up - like they thought I might have died and rigor mortis is setting in.
There's some hippy kid playing a drum outside my window, and I am not amused. Damn kids.
I just filed my first itemized tax return.
I don't want to socialize with my co-workers anymore... at all. I don't want any "kudos" or thank yous, or to grab a drink after work. I just want to do my job, and then go home where it's quiet and I can read.
Yikes. Who knew that 24-25 was the beginning of the end?