Right after work on a Friday:

I have no idea how to be loved.

I find great accomplishment in the fact that I've arrived at work by 10:00 every morning this week. (okay, 10:15, but still.) I'm giving NO credit to daylight saving's time for this.

I can never type the word "silver" without it becoming "silvester."

I've completely revised my sock preferences. I need to clean out my sock drawer.

Even good things go uneaten in my world. I'm a food hoarder. These milk chocolate-covered caramel- macadamia clusters that my boss brought back from Hawaii are going to go bad before I eat them all.

I used to only do laundry once every 2-3 weeks. Now, I need to wash my volleyball shirt before every game. Laundry once a week is so annoying.

Laundry's my favorite household chore.

Our volleyball team is ranked #7 out of 12 teams. Whatever. That's GOOD.

I'm addicted to Pinterest. I feel more fashionable when I can pin pretty things, even if I don't own them.

My definition of "pretty" is so different from most people's.

I hate all shoes with heels--it's not just a comfort thing. Most of them are just plain ugly. I also don't like a lot of shiny things.

I'm more obsessed with Harry Potter than I ever gave myself credit for.

This week, I've listened to almost an entire season of Friends while I work. I can't focus unless there's something worth paying attention to.

I like my wood iPhone case more than I like the actual phone. There's another crack in it. We're onto our 4th glue job. The day I can no longer fix it is the day I throw my phone away.