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My sandals are driving me up the fucking wall. These are not the sandals I normally wear; today I decided that I needed a break, and also there was a pretense at being well-dressed, so I pulled out some black sandals from last year that wouldn't clash with the black shirt. And they are evil! What is the point of sandals with proper straps if they're going to make as much noise as flip-flops? Not to mention the eternal squeaking on the floor in the stack. And to top it all off, they aren't even comfortable. Oy.

Also irritating me no end today: Gmail won't load, I have scary sugar cravings, people keep talking to me from behind the cubicle walls and then getting angry when I don't answer them (hello! headphones! I have no bloody idea you're talking to me!), the heat, Fringe programs aren't where they are supposed to be, it's only 2 o'clock even though I feel like I've been back from lunch for hours.

However.

I really don't care, because tomorrow I am going to see Bernadette Peters. (At a casino, but neveryoumind.) Yay! 'Tis very exciting.