Shoutout to GBS

[thirstygirl]

Meeting with my sister last night was less scary than I thought it would be but still stressful enough that I ended with my stomach all knotted up. [fortunately we had beer at home to fix that] It would be less stressful if I *knew* that she would be awful, as it is I can't enjoy the times when she is nice and we can interact well out of anticipation and dread of when it's going to turn. It's like waiting to get hit. After a while it would just be easier to get it over and done with.

I don't think anyone I work with realises that my red tie is a reference to the Fabians.