So today, while most of you were working for the man, I had a facial. The aesthetician complimented me on my remarkably clear skin and small pores. Then she picked out my blackheads, but whatever. Then I had lunch consisting of McDonald's fries and a Snickers bar. And then I sat my butt on the couch all afternoon and read. Since my husband refuses to let me quit my job and stay home all day eating candy while he supports me in the manner to which I have become accustomed, I will be returning to work tomorrow, a fact about which I am deeply depressed.