shattered

I bet y'all are thinking I'm pretty whiny, huh?

I need to get these things out, it helps me feel better. And I do feel a little better, in a way (it's complicated).

I really need to do my homework and get to bed. Long day, and tomorrow won't be any better. Today's project at work was redoing the training bra wall according to the planograms (and that wall hasn't been touched in a LONG time - it was terrible), and when I got a Martha's Vinyard salad for lunch at guess where, the apples were brown and getting mushy. I should've complained, but I didn't want to waste my lunch break on waiting on them to make me a fresh salad.