duck-shaped pain

Much more bad-ass than my task today -- redesigning the hydrology data forms for the umpteenth time -- required. I had no idea what to do with my spare bad-assedness. Without a proper conduit or container to store it in, I just let it go, releasing it in to the atmosphere, where it floated away to attack ducks, cause leaves to curl, and create ambiguously shaped clouds.

[1] Not actually that tight. Sort of normal, actually. It's just in comparison to the others that they qualify as "tight."

[2] Closer to the commonly accepted definition of "tight" than the jeans. Not so form-fitting as to reveal the sweater punchers underneath, though.

[3] The term "clunky" does not do their shape and bulk justice -- they're more like wearing comfortable, orthopedically correct anvils on your feet.

[4] Fun House.

[5] Espresso with whipped cream on top. Officially? I'm trying out new things. Unofficially? New counterperson had not been trained in americanos yet. I offered to talk her through it, but she said she "could get written up for that," so I went for the next best thing.

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