Dear Diary,

I am behind on everything, always, as usual. Laundry, writing, work, socializing, cleaning, blah. In other news our bathroom broke and we have to get it redone and we only have one shower so we need to move in with my parents temporarily. I am actually looking quite forward to it; I will be telecommuting while my mom takes care of the mad man.

In other other news, I have reason to believe there is another breast-pumping lady at my work. I feel like we should be friends or something, but she looks like really not my type. Is having babies a similar age and milking yourself at work so you can feed them enough to have in common for a friendship? She really can't dress.