I Guess I'm Kind Of Sensibly Enraged

Current Song: "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" -- The Smiths

I'm trying to keep my tendency to panic in check even though I am at a communications impasse, apparently, and I don't want to file a missing persons report on you. It's not hard to text me or something and say you're still alive, is it? I promise I'm not mad, I just have to reschedule some things if you're gone for a while.

I had two great appointments today at work, but then at the end of the day I got in trouble for violating the dress code by showing too much of my nice rack. And if they think this shirt is too racy, I have absolutely nothing appropriate to wear. So I shopping-spreed at Target and spent a million dollars on reasonably conservative professional clothing, but I still think dress codes are utter bullshit and so I'm just filled with spitting rage even though I see their point.

Frankly, a lot of things are trying my patience today. Up to and including the fact that I had to empty the cat box AGAIN and it's disgusting.