PickledCherub

Turns out that I'm scheduled for 40 hours this week, which "is like 100 hours at any other job," according to Jobie. I'm winding down after work with whiskey and soda--I broke open the wee dram of Bell's that I got in London. I need to get a Jean Claude Van-Dram of that shit, it's so good and smooth. I know that I'm a single malt snob, but I do adore the blends. I've resolved my distracting breasts issue by wearing a conservative, plain black bra from Gap Body. I hate that it's from the Gap, but it's so conservative and, darn it, comfortable. I have to work at 9:30 am tomorrow morning. I had one of those "senior moments" at work today--not a memory thing, but the realization that we're all getting older and there's no stopping it. Claire's going to be a teacher! That's a real job.

I think that working, especially washing dishes, helps my mood. Oh, and there's a new left-wing radio station in Portland, 620 AM. I heart it.