last night i dreamt that i overslept until close to 11 o’clock and then went to the pub, where i spent the rest of the day. when i finally looked at a clock, it was well past 5pm and i realized i’d totally ditched work without even calling in.*
it’s only 8:30 and it’s already looking to be the kind of day i really should have skipped and spent at a pub. i’m working on a serious case of the mean reds and if one more person does something to annoy me, i might just have to explode. literally. kaboom. hessiebits flying all over the place. it seems like it might feel good.
the whole futon-selling experience has filled me with a nagging desire to just sell… everything. reduce my dependence on stuff. but, i find i’m too lazy to even start the process of sorting, listing and posting. how ironic is that?
i’ve seen three fully-decked xmas trees in apartment windows already. the first, i saw before remembrance day. wtf? trees don’t go up until after december 1st. smarten up, people! sheesh.
yeah, i’m cranky and frustrated. i knew yesterday was too good. tuesday fooled me. it saved up all its yuck for today. *sigh*
*then, when i went out into the parking lot, there were five different competition blue geos/sprints, none of which was mine. just as i was starting to get concerned that it had been stolen, meghan drove up in a four-door black geo, with my crazy aunt and dead grandmother inside. the surprise of seeing gran made me forget that i still didn’t know where my car was. until now, of course.