My G-d, but I'm in a foul mood. Perhaps it's post-trip doldrums, perhaps it's PMS, but I'm like to break the next inanimate object that vexes me, or the next person who obstructs me.
I think I shall sit on my couch and read. I shall lock my door and turn off the radio and advise the animals of the wisdom of behaving.
Oh, but I'm in a foul mood.
I think I shall sit on my couch and read. I shall lock my door and turn off the radio and advise the animals of the wisdom of behaving.
Oh, but I'm in a foul mood.
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Date: 2006-05-12 12:47 am (UTC)holds back Klue...
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:19 am (UTC)The UPS guy just *happened* to arrive at precisely the same time that Himself got home from work - so the note and check were not seen on the front door.
*growl, snarl*
It's not even a huge deal - it just means that I have to listen for the doorbell tomorrow. But for some reason I'm inexplicably infuriated at all of this.