Lame.

I just want to cry. My days at work have become ridiculously stressful (see below memo). I'm on the go all the time, had to go to the Unhappiest Place on Earth at lunch (DMV), I've been sick for days, had to throw out all my makeup because I got pinkeye again, and now, the treat I looked forward to all day, my big red delicious looking strawberries-

are moldy.
Lame.