Just about the stupidest thing I've ever seen

Today has been a bad day, just in general. I didn't get a snow day, I spent a whole lot of time stressing and waiting for yet another grant pre-proposal, which, in the end, I just sent, without final approval, and I was mostly just in a bitchy mood. All day. Sort of reminiscent of my 18th birthday on which nothing went right and at Ros & Guil rehearsal that night, Lopez, similarly having a bad day, said, "Welcome to the rest of your adult life." Well, today I'm 27, and having the same sort of day. Michael suggested that maybe it just comes around every 9 years. I can't remember how my 9th birthday went, though. And if that's so, I guess I'm due for another bad birthday at age 36? Now that's something to look forward to.

Not even my normal live bookmark browsing cheered me up, although the link that follows did cause me to roll my eyes. It seems that someone has invented clothing that is a cross between 1970s inflatable furniture, furries, those big clean suits that were so scary in ET, and a bouncy-bounce. You can see what I mean (and you must be curious by now!), here.

P.S. If anyone can cause my class tomorrow to not be happening, you have my permission to grant me that as my birthday present.