So I had to endure chatting 'pleasantly' with three giggling, big-haired bimbos who can't tell a marshmallow from a peanut. And it didn't help when Pacha reminded me I may be spending the rest of my life with one of them... luckily I get to choose, eh, Tiny? ;)
Ugh. I'm exhausted. Those giggles aren't getting out of my head... and it's taking those workers longer than usual to get that mirror up on the fifth floor, darn them.