I had quite the start to the day. I'll let the pictures do the talking.
No, I'm not pregnant, nor am I trying to be, but I am happy to report everything is ok so far. I get some more test results in a month.
(UPDATE: When I wrote this, I didn't realize it sounded so dire, so, to all of you who are fretting, do not be alarmed! I am fine. Really.)
I drove to work with cotton and medical tape on my arm. Of course, I forgot I had it on until I was about to go to lunch. Embarrassing.
We have three summer clerks who just finished their first year of law school. Ah, to be so young and full of hope! We went to Saigon Flavor (208 E. Valley Blvd., San Gabriel) for lunch.
Saigon Flavor is apparently run by the same peeps who own Golden Deli, but, somehow, it just wasn't as good to me, even though the restaurants share the same website.
Thai iced tea.
Bun. These are sort of fuzzy because I took them as quickly as I could before my cohorts ate their meals. This is what you must endure when you eat with me. Well, at least at a place at which I've never eaten before.
On our way back to the car, I saw this interesting place.
Harley knocked on my door later to lend me a fun book.
The stuff in here is awesomely bad.
Finally, I decided to call it a day after spinning my wheels for a couple more hours. And, when I walked out to my wheels, I remembered my little yellow you-have-no-gas light had come on this morning. I filled the tank.
I don't know what caused me more discomfort -- the beginning or my day or the end of my work day.