AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They brought. The wrong. Machine.

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Possible solution. Keep your fingers crossed.

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Machines? Installed.

Ice? Being made.

AngelChicken? Almost weeping with pleasure.

Today is not - NOT - my day.

I just ripped my favorite (and only) pair of black pants in a completely unrepairable spot. They caught on a chain link fence and riiiiiiip along the leg, right below the ass. I loved these pants. They made me feel long and slender and sexy and professional and tall and everything.

I could cry. I might.

Between this, the ice machine debacle, the crotchety old man annoying me, The O.C. moving to Wednesdays at nine (*sob*) and internal audit coming over tomorrow to make sure that no money or time are wasted I feel like curling into the fetal position and rocking myself for the rest of the night. Or maybe watching the Gilmore Girls. I wish Angel was tonight and tomorrow night. I could really use some Spike. *sigh*

Tomorrow I have to spend money I don't have on new pants (black pants are really quite essential to my life).

And tomorrow I have to wear a suit.

I'm so happy to be home. So, so happy.