Bit of a rough morning.
There was the getting up in time to get to work
at 7:00 around 7:00 after getting to bed well past midnight. It was made even more fan-freaking-tastic by the following:
b) Having to jam my rings on this morning (they are now living in my wallet) since, hey, someone's a little puffy today! Pretty.
c) Some sort of freaky bug bite on the inside of my left ankle which is now red, hot, and swollen. Making walking around in tennis shoes a real party, let me tell you.
d) Particularly since the socks I am wearing are the ones I threw away because they always slide right off my heel and under my foot when I walk. Except I packed every last pair of socks that I own, so I grabbed these off the floor next to my overflowed trash can.
e) I went to the first aid kit in the break room to get something to put on the bug bite and had a little laugh over a product called Fem-trin. Until I gave up on wearing my rings and realized that perhaps I could use such a product. Except I am fairly certain that Fem-trin is going to contain a diuretic and every trip to the restroom will require putting my left shoe back on.
But hey! It is my last day of work here! And I am moving somewhere that only has your garden variety biting insects, rather than The Texan Bugs Of Doom that have been trying for three years now to kill me. And tonight, I get to see Angela, conveniently located as she is on my way to Madison. Angela has recently been setting land-speed records for last minute thesis writing, so I have a feeling that she can use a drink just as much as I can. Margaritas are loaded with anti-histamines, no?