It's 11:42 a.m. and I seriously just pulled the wine bottle out of the fridge. It's not even noon and I'm having a day. I can't stop yelling at Lyla - who is not an angel and is being completely fresh. My wry neck hurts like hell so it's impossible to just "pretend" it doesn't hurt. I have to update my "CV" for a work thing which is stressing me completely out.
Noone will judge me if I start throwing back glasses of wine now, right?!