Crabby from 11:00-12:00

A professor gave me feedback on a project proposal I wrote last week, and he used the exact phrase: "looks a little sketchy." He's a medievalist. He has no room to talk. 

Then, the middle buttons of my button up shirt came unbuttoned while I was teaching. The very top button was the only one that remained buttoned, and I didn't notice until I went home for lunch. My boobs were literally busting out to my class, and I definitely remember two boys laughing in the back row. At the time, I thought I was being entertaining. I guess in a way I was.

I burned the roof of my mouth on leftover lasagna, and someone stole my parking space. The nerve...

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