welcome to my internal monologue

You know how sometimes you haven't washed your hair in two days and it's kind of glued to your head and then the FedEx lady comes and your buzzer doesn't work, so you have to go down four flights of stairs, and since you're already going downstairs you might as well grab your purse and go get some McDonald's coffee while you're down there in order to give you the mojo to wash your hair and finish your editing job and get to your next appointment, and then on the way to the coffee, a guy on the street calls you "snowflake" and you marvel at how women notice when another person is ill-kempt, but all men care about are short gym shorts, and then the McDonald's team member from whom you buy the coffee catches you staring at her nametag, so you ask "Is Ilianex your real name?" and she says yes, and then you ask her where it's from, and she says "They told me it was Greek," and you think, this is why pronouns require antecedents, and then you get your coffee and head home and your computer crashes mid-edit, and you put cream in your coffee and think, I am one dirty snowflake?

No?

That's just me?

Oh.