so all that talk about how cute I look bit me in the ass.
One of the girls at work is a puller, and pulled at least three people (her sister is 4 days early, and a coworker and myself are bothin shifting, and ended up shifting to the same day) to her schedule.
Therefore, whereas before I would be slim and happy and dance-ready, now I'll be bloated and miserable and in pain and have no energy.
Luckily the dress will still look good, and thankfully I'm wearing the dress that dances on its own.
In other, less important news, my myspace acct was inexplicably deleted. Don't know why. Nothing bad on there. < shrugs >
Oh well. Next thing.