Yep. It's one of those. One of those, "If you try to piss me off you will succeed, in fact you probably already have and don't even know why or how, " days. Seriously. There's nothing hugely wrong. But PMS plus third bad nights' sleep in a row from the birds and dreams plus withdrawal since I forgot to bring a patch to work plus blogspot wasn't working when I first wanted to vent on here plus my husband being sexually attracted to Miley Cyrus. Sigh, yea, one of those days.
Note to Matt for when you read this: don't mention Miley when I'm pissy. Always a bad choice! Unless it's in like The Last Song. I love innocent Miley. I do! Slutty Miley..... well she's slutty.
And illegal. And it bothers me. But I love you Matty! Just don't love Miley AS much. :-p
Yes, I know I'm ridiculous. No worries there. but these hormones and the withdrawal and the random stress is just making it worse! Normally I wouldn't care about any of these things. Today it's like, "Oh! You expect me to take this one more thing on?!?!? Seriously?!?!?!"
I want to be able to run for miles and just go for a long run tonight while blasting the upbeat Lady Antebellum songs on my iPod, followed by lots of push-ups and crunches. Alas, I'll do the latter and add some lunges in there. Maybe I'll do my Tae Bo VHS?
End rant. Actually it COULD continue, I'm sure I could find more stuff. But it's almost lunchtime. And I already know the disappointment there will be that, once again, they won't have chili. I've only been craving it for months now... thanks, Sodexho...