I've been hemming and hawing over the past few weeks about how to ask my boss for a raise. I'm seriously stressed out about it. It's keeping me up at night. Here's the thing, I know I deserve a raise, and I know I'm worth it. And I have no problem saying so.

Unless you're my boss--then, I become mute and completely meek.

Tomorrow is the day, though. The day I ask for a raise. God help me.

On a different note, I learned two new things about myself today while eating dinner solo at Better Burger. Sitting in the window, munching on my delicious and uber-healthy turkey burger (with a side salad--who's a skinny girl!?!?!?), I watched the gay and beautiful of Chelsea stroll by, only to realize this: I felt judged by the gay men (they are so much prettier than me!!!) and simultaneously superior to the rest of the passers-by for eating so health consciously.

Now that I think of it, the gays were probs just scowling at me because I was blocking their view.

PING!