Think warm... think warm....

I'm becoming a nasty, irritable, often-mean person, and I think I've discovered the cause.
This office is freezing.
It must be frying the 'nice' brain cells, because all I can do now is gripe and whine. The air conditioning was on last Friday. Let me state that again.
THE AC WAS ON while it was 32 degrees outside.
I can adjust the heat, yes, but it doesn't matter; the lobby is situated in the exact wrong place to receive any heat, while the people who don't want hot air get too much.
Arrrggghh.
I'm going to start wearing my winter parka here at my desk, and see if anything changes.
On a lighter note, something that makes me happy and forget all about the sub-zero temps: a music video that reinforces two things:
Yeah, I do kind of love the 80s.... and I have a weakness for skinny guys with insane hair.



Also: I'm starting to think this is a wheat allergy, not a soy allergy. I'd like someone to just give me a list of what I can and can not eat. That would be great.

History repeated

Apparently the 1980s are cool again, instead of a being regarded as a big, pop-culture black hole without any style or substance.
I blame the gradually imploding economy.

Exhibit A: Oh, no, just... no.

Exhibit B: This look might take some getting used to....


Exhibit C: Never mind, I quit. It's too much already. I think I've been blinded by the flashing lights.
You know, I thought this 80s revival was dead and buried two years ago, quashed by the forward thinking masses. And now....
Oh, well. I love David Bowie despite the 80s. I can probably survive anything.