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This Tip makes me look stingy.

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Fifteen-minute breaks throughout the work day are not a suitable reason to take up a carcinogenic addiction, but days like today make it seem almost worth it.

Things went sour yesterday evening, really. A very long work day due to taking a road trip to Quantico and back ended 10 hours after it began with me being stuck in Portsmouth with gridlock to the north and bridge openings to the south. Then Anastasiya told me she couldn't make our planned trip to Philadelphia to see Louis (which I think was a lot more disappointing than it should have been, a fact I haven't had adequate time to contemplate), and on top of that I got an email from my prospective post-graduation employer that basically read, "well you meet all the requirements, but if your graduation date has been pushed back three months I think we're just out of luck. oh well."

I'm so stressed right now I ache, and I feel nauseous. I really just want to get out of here and drive through the rain with my windows down and the radio up and unwind. It's far too difficult to relax these days, and I can't even really say why.

There's a healthy attitude...

I've only read This First Page, but what bothers me more than anything else is where she says, "Eventually I grew bored with Patrick -- we had no interests in common -- and after 15 years of marriage, we divorced amicably." Emphasis mine.