Anyone need some glass cut?

It's cold enough in this office to chill white wine. I'm surprised there aren't huge sides of beef hanging from hooks in the cubicle next to me. I have no idea why people in this state need to crank their air conditioning down to arctic levels. Just because it's 80 outside doesn't mean it should be 63 inside. It's downright frigid in here. Heaven forbid you should be able to dress for the weather. I feel like my poor little nips could cut through my brand new bra at any moment. I know, TMI. Sorry 'bout that. But speaking of boobs, I have no clue why I suddenly need a larger size. Really. The girls don't look markedly larger than they did before, but now I wear an entire cup size larger. And it's not just this particular maker. No, I'm not pregnant. No, I haven't gained weight. The twins are just mysteriously puffed-up versions of their former selves. I'm baffled.

Side note: Pat Robertson cancelled a planned speech at a religious convention. I'm disappointed. I was hoping for some more ridiculous comments about assasinating world leaders and how god is punishing us all for our earthly transgressions. Darn it.