Totally swiped from Misty…

I am having kind of a meh day. Not in a bad mood, per se. Just in that space of waiting for the bad mood to descend.

A.) I had/am having a chat with BF—who can be somewhat clueless, sometimes—where he makes me feel less than attractive.

B.) Just got off a round of anti-biotics. Ladies, don’t forget to take your acidophilus while on anti-b’s. Just sayin’.**

C.) In between the flu, cedar fever, the sinus infection/bronchitis and dehydration from the heat being on, my skin looks pretty good. For a crocodile.

D.) The weather sucks. But, not bad enough for us to go home early.

Again, not bad. Just…meh. Think I am going to go home early anyway and blow up shit on City of Heroes. Nothing quite like exploding villains to take your mind off the blahs.


** – some water, some wheat and I’m baking bread, I swear.

Guten Morgan, Mein Schotzzie! **

Is “good morning” a wish or a greeting?

Are people wishing you “good morning” to better your morning? Maybe in the hopes that you don’t go postal from the crazy commute, the ungodly hour, the allergens attacking your body and the fact that your Egg McMuffin…the only thing you fucking wanted this goddamn morning, just one Egg McMuffin…was runny. And you didn’t goddamn find out about it until you were at work and glaring as the white ooze dripped onto your desk. Huh? Is that why you wished me “good morning” you perky asshole? Well, I got your “good morning”! I got it right here!! Let’s talk about the morning, shit-head! Let’s talk about muffins and benadryl and….huh? Oh.
You were just dropping off a bagel for me? Oh. Well, thank you. Um. Good morning to you, too.


** – yeah, I know its not spelled right.