I got dressed this morning in a bit of a hurry. I had a hard time telling the front from the back of my shirt (it has one of those label-less labels, you know, where it’s imprinted on the material instead of sewn-in), but thought I’d gotten it right. I just took a break, however, and while I was in the restroom, my shirt felt rather uncomfortable, especially around the neck. Upon closer inspection, my shirt was on backwards.
Don’t worry, I’ve fixed it, and I’m sure no one else noticed (just a slight difference in neckline, really). But, this means that for the last… 5 hours, 4 of which have been here at work, I’ve been wearing my shirt backwards.
This may call for a trip to Starbucks. No, not for caffeine (no cravings for that at all, surprisingly – I just really miss coffee). I’ve really been craving a steamer (just boring old steamed milk) with their Toffee Nut syrup, which I noticed they had last time I was there (last time – Caramel Apple Spice, and the time before that it was Hot Chocolate; I can count the number of times I’ve been to Starbucks in the last two months on one hand, and that is so sad).
