Scrambled egg

I'm trying out a new moisturizer. It's supposed to repair wrinkles and redefine the 3 dimensions of my face (which I did not know existed). It's actually an anti-aging solution and since I feel like I'm 60 years old it should work. I think I just need to get out of here, travel, see the world, etc. I feel like I'm suffocating with all of my labs and constantly worrying about everything. I'm freaking Atlas. I wish that my supervisor didn't have to rely on me so much, but at the same time if he didn't need to rely on me I would have been fired a long time ago. What a paradoxical relationship.

Alright, that's enough of me whining. I'm actually still in an incredibly good mood despite the fact that I'm feeling this way. This may or may not have something to do with the chicken bowl that I bought this weekend. I relish in the fact that I will allow myself to buy completely unnecessary items when I'm feeling like ----, but if they can make me smile then it's justified, right?