I really need to remember to refill the Advil bottle in my purse.

Awhile ago, apparently the building I work in was fitted with window gaskets that didn't fit right.  So for the entire time I've worked here, there's been a hanging scaffold that moves around the perimeter of the building, upon which two men stand and use some kind of a dentist's-drill-sounding router to dig out the bad gaskets.  As of this morning, they've reached my floor and are about 5 window panes away from where I sit.

Really, you could just stick forks through my eardrums and be done with it all at once.  And it's only 8:17am.  *cries*

This is going to be a very long day.  :(

I'm bwoooozed.

For some reason, I channel Jar-Jar Binks whenever the word "bruised" comes into my head, hence the title of this post.

I gave blood yesterday for a blood drive at work, and now I've got this nasty looking bruise on my left arm.  The chemise will cover it for this coming weekend, but what if it gets worse?  What if it travels down my arm and makes my whole arm blue?  What if I completely lose all use of that arm?  Whatever will I do (aside from blaming it all on the White Hart, of course)?

*blick.*

Will ice or heat make it go away?  I don't so much care for looking like I'm a drug addict, you know?  :(

In other news, they stopped with the incessant dentist-drilling on the windows, so wah-hoo for that.  I can think again.  :D