grr, going through another span of time where i almost literally spend every waking moment at work.
but it'll be worth it on payday. or something.
because a post just isn't a post without my whining about something, i shall point out that it feels like i somehow bruised the bottom of my right foot.
i used to love my walk to work, but after about 3 YEARS of making the same half hour walk to work, i've begun to dread it.
and i need to poop.
and right as i'm leaving for work, i discover that i'm apparently allergic to my new sunscreen. i look like i've had one hell of a shaving accident.
usually a BURNING sensation is a possibility that something is wrong.
and HOOEY, have i been a negative nancy lately. i finally ended up keeping the majority of my comments to myself last night, after many things went unanswered or with a retort that allowed me to realize that my comment was unusually vicious and unwarranted. and the stuff floating around my head? evil. ebil, even.
home and still on edge. from browsing through my friends list, it seems like a lot of you are feeling the same way lately, and for that, i'm sorry. i hope these moods go the hell away soon. i have things to accomplish.
like, for example, cleaning the house. we got a notice that they're coming inside in two days to do the yearly inspection. ugh. i have other things to do, like work. and band practice (though i have zero money to get to/from band practice, but i'll cross that bridge when i come to it.) well, we were planning on cleaning ANYWAY, so i suppose that this is a way to get our arses in gear.
but i so don't wanna. not in the mood, you see. i'd rather sit here and seethe about nothing in particular.
was still extremely catty during work today, to the point where i forced myself to just shut the hell up and only speak when spoken to. i'm thankful that i'm one of those workers who can keep herself entertained. there's always something to do, and i'm generally happy to immerse myself in it.
i feel old. i'm suddenly getting wrinkly and beginning to look my age, and i'm beginning to feel ages older, with joint problems and such.
i've got a reason for everything i've done
i might just serenade the moonlight
i feel so lonely in this crowd
i want to scream, but make no sound
and, yeah, i'm lost but maybe
i'll be found...