Bombarded

I have been bombarded with work this morning. Oh, joy!
Guess that means it's time to sprinkle a quiz into the mix. Thanks to ealdthryth for this festive X-Men test. I'm not surprised by my results, given my penchant for older men and bald men. Weelah!
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The Beginning of Wisdom

Perhaps there is hope yet for my Feudal Mistress. She just admitted to Joanie that she's not the sharpest tack in the world.
Admission is 95% of the Struggle Toward Enlightenment.
Wow.

I Give Up

I just give up trying to find clothes that will fit me. Apparently the clothing industry wants to force anyone over a certain size into jungle-print polyesther mu-mu's.
I'm disgusted with myself and everything right now.