haRUMPH, i say

I have to be in midtown by 8 this morning (well, 8:15, 8:30 at the latest, but icky anyway) to be the greeter at a press conference for my job. Which, therefore, means that I have to be CIVIL to humanoid objects at an hour when I would rather be reading in silence.

I am not as happy as I might otherwise be.

And I had insomnia. Thus, we have a tired, antisocial woman preparing to put on a public face of bland, cheery, informative professionalism.

The horror, the horror!