I'm at work now, typing and typing certs and invoices. It's almost lunchtime, aka gym time for me and so far the day's been totally blah. My colleague exclaimed the F word several decibels louder than he should have, and in the midst of clerical monotony I was greatly entertained. Ha ha ha. Seriously, he should have known better, because there are old people working in the same office. When my printer screws up, I mutter a series of unmentionables under my breath in case I send anyone into cardiac arrest.

Tomorrow's Vday! Meeting up with the girls at Cityhall for dinner and some good old fashioned girltalk. Yoke says to dress hot, but as far as I'm concerned I look like a sausage in everything that used to look good on me. Dammit.

I suppose you can never go wrong with good ol' black.