Still recovering from a work retreat yesterday for 'creative ideas', during which I did nothing but resent it and play with playdoh. Gimmicky bullshit + pms, not a good combo at all. I have to sit here now rocking my bedhead like I just don't care, reminding myself that I have an excellent life and a fantastic job and am lucky entirely, which is all very true.

"workworm and stupidideas"