1. My beloved vintage turntable (record player, I prefer to call it) is officially a goner thanks to my very much adored nephew.
2. I spent 16 hours between yesterday and today sitting at a cramped table with coworkers, discussing ways to make our jobs (and lives) easier and still feel as if we came up far too short.
3. I feel like I've lost something. I don't understand why or how it happened, and I want to but I can't because I'm so caught up in that shitty, useless "pride" emotion that I won't even try.
I hate feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to sleep to dream of vacationing on white sandy beaches, with unlimited beverages and hot men.
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