Went wedding dress shopping and Sis ran her mouth the whole time about how it was a whitetrash wedding and I needed only a whitetrash prom dress from Ross. Because that's what you want to hear when you're standing in front of your friends in the ballgown they stuffed me in. Lunge off the platform and sit on her, I entertained, smother her skinny ass with tulle? No.
Dad agreed ballgown was too much, so it's back to the dressing room. May just get the assless leather chaps and pink body glitter from the stripper/dragqueen store downtown my other bridesmaid suggested. That's what I found there.
Promotion not happening at work. Not only that, but I seemed to have been unable to do simple math over a year ago, and sent the wrong vendor for intensive review for over a year and will probably be demoted to the mailroom for it.
I discovered this whilst reading my work email on my day off, a practice I should really stop engaging in unless I want to relapse on blue raspberry vodka that is readily available at the local corner store. At least when I'm at work, I only have access to my jar of peanut butter and cans of Diet Sunkist. Office Pervert does keep a bottle of mouthwash that he swigs from in his cube, so I guess that's an option.
I am up at 2:30 AM due to having slept off a puking migraine all day today. I puked up first a jacked up bean and rice burrito from Del Taco, and then the handful of mixed nuts I'd eaten afterwards. I managed to keep down a family-sized box of garlic mashed potatoes I made upon awaking this evening. It stayed down. I am so grateful and feel so wonderful without the skull-pulsing puke pain of the migraine that I don't even want to go back to sleep again.
If I can be arsed, my presence is requested at my highschool friend's birthday soiree tomorrow. "But that's another story..."