Ordinarily it smells like donuts

Porter square smelled immistakably hamburgerlike this morning, reminding me that I still haven't eaten one in a while. Or a donut, for that matter, although that's intentional.

One and a half hours into today and it's already the kind of day that no matter what I do I'm going to look and feel terrible. Jen commented that my scattered schedule would be "great for your figure", meaning, I think, one's figure, but it's wreaking havoc on my face. I'm puffy! And not in a charming way either.

And last night I dreamed that Gillette was in my bedroom, telling me I wasn't working hard enough. At sleeping? No kidding!