Now, normally I hate compliments at work. HATE THEM. When most of my workmates compliment me they say "oh, you look nice." And instinctively I think:
"I don't need nice!"
I don't need "nice." I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me.
(This does not mean you, Stella and Jessi.) Partly because I am not trying to look NICE. I am trying to look AWFUL. And my preferred compliment is something along the lines of "Oh, well, you look homeless, and from the 1970s."
But today a few co-workers have complimented my socks. excellent. They have not said they were nice. Even better. One even made fun of them, calling them "elf socks", but even that is beginning to grow on me. Elf socks. heh.
Today's outfit is a bit librarianish. Topped off by very librarian hair, even.
And, to sweep away the cobwebs of yesterday I will (I am hoping) very soon be getting into my stupid gym clothes and going to the stupid gym. Bleurgh.
Here's some Andrew Bird.
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