Cabin Fever

Today I was walking to work and the sun was shining, I was sweating a little under my jacket and the breeze was a tolerable temperature. It was all quite blissfull. Then, while strolling under a tree, white things began to fall upon my head. At first I thought there something coming from the tree, and then I realized that this was HAIL. Actual, real hail on a perfectly lovely sunny, blue sky day. It was pretty.

Now, I am sitting at my desk at work, all of the nurses are irritable, and apparently I look "tired" (I'm not). Day five is always the hardest. There is only so much a girl can take and microwaving macaroni and cheese (smelly fake cheese no less) is not what I want to be doing with my time. My mood is pretty grumpy. Can you tell?

Burlington is stagnant. My job is stupid. Creativity has been zapped.

My brother sent me this Calvin and Hobbes. It is alarmingly true:

Love,

Willow~