Today, I woke up in a crappy mood. A really crappy mood. I'm so over this weather that I went to bed at 9pm last night - unwilling to let my allergy-infused day last any longer.
I'm ready to start my period. Barksdale is on a new thing - he wakes up in the middle of the night, wanting to go out. Really, it's just a ploy for some attention, and I'm determined to not give in to his wet nose nuzzling my face. When that doesn't work, he goes down and nuzzles my feet.
So.. not much uninterrupted sleep these days.
Crabbiness abounds - couldn't find anything to wear. Had to take out the garbage this morning. Ice on the streets. Still.
Cold. Blah. Two days away from payday and every bit of it has to go to pay bills, the mortgage, and homeowner's insurance.
Double blah.
Walk into work. Ugh. A cog in the capitalist machine. Except I work for a non-proft, so.. a cog in some other machine? The DoGood2000?
Still not feeling any better about life, but I do manage to hold the door open for another building cog, er.. resident.
Sitting on the receptionist's desk is a small bouquet of flowers, which... this isn't really a spoiler by now, is it?... I stopped to smell.
Despite my stuffy nose, they smelled good. Refrigerated florist good, which is to say - not so good. But still... I stopped to smell the freaking roses and I feel a little bit better.
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