Have you ever had a day so frustrating that you just wanted to stick sharpened pencils into your arms?

Yup, I thought so. And it was probably today, November 4, that drove you to it.

Just call it woman’s intuition.

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I seem to have lost my command of the AP Stylebook.

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OJ never came back home to me. Minute loathes me (probably because she associates me with that mean OJ cat).

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A voice from my past thought that *he* was the ex-beau to whom I refer throughout this site. Even though he doesn’t know what a “bot” is.

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I don’t have that much going on in my life, but even so can’t seem to find an appropriate date to meet with my cousin or my ex-coworker.

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I wish I were back in Paris, eating duck and being happy.

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My office-mate has been having an equally frustrating day.

“Has it just been one of those days that makes you want to stick sharpened pencils in your arms?”

“Not *my* arms, *other* people’s arms!” she cried, storming out of the office.

Good point.