Baby Jesus is upset with my karma.

I think Baby Jesus is mad at me for purposely eating meat today (yes, I purposely eat meat on all the days I'm not supposed to. It's my way of sticking it to organized religions and trust me there is a lot more holding me back from the Pearly whites than just that).

I cannot breathe because I am suffering from the worst sinus infection ever (which I highly believe has everything to do with the construction going on in my office. And yes, I will continue to walk around with my pashmina around my nose and mouth. Thank you. Why is it the construction workers are all walking around with masks on? A little suspicious if you ask me.) and now I feel nauseated with all that diet coke and meat.

Thank God it's almost over. I feel one step away from the grave right now.
ugh.