I left my sweater at Panera when I finished my lunch today. I have called over there and confirmed that it has been found, and so I have to stop by to pick it up on my way home. This is not too terribly inconvenient really, but the thought of it is nonetheless annoying me greatly.
And it's chilly in here.
And I've got the beginnings of a headache. This really has nothing to do with the sweater, it's just something else to worry about.
Not that I'm in a bad mood, really. It's just easier to complain, I suppose, than it is to come up with genuinely intersting content.
