Praise You Like I Should

I had my first appraisal yesterday. Miraculously, they think I'm really good. I have no points to improve on.

I knew the fancy shoes would work.

In other news: I have horrific PMS; my new phone is being plagued by dodgy calls from someone who hangs up when I answer; I can do nothing right when it comes to banks; He is the best thing since sliced bread but I can't wait til He has money again; I am so sleep-deprived from late nights that I have black bags under my eyes - nice; the weekend is going to be another we-have-no-money sleepathon.

I would expand on the above, but none of it is interesting enough, frankly. It must be a bad sign when my own life is boring me this much.