I should have known today was going to be an awful day as soon as I got to work and realized that, in my haste to get out of the apartment this morning, I forgot to pack a bra. Now, I couldn't be "all boob all the time" no matter how bad I wanted to be, but I sit right under the air conditioning vent and I can still be inappropriately cold. After a desperate arms-crossed over chest scavange about the office, I had located my best and only real option - a roll of packing tape, which I grabbed and headed towards the bathroom with. One lawyer shot me a "wtf" glace; I attempted to retaliate with a "wouldn't you like to know" look but probably suceeded in squeezing out a "whoops - where'd that chromosome go?" grimace. Minutes later I emerged, bound well enough to ship across the country, and ready for the day...