I’m in a hateful mood today. I find everyone annoying. It’s the kind of day where I wish I worked alone, preferably late at night like the old days. It’s not as though anyone is any different different today than usual, except me. Well, maybe me; then again, maybe I’m always crabby and today is no different for me, either.
Maybe I can blame it on being oxygen-starved from the head congestion.
Or maybe I’m just a bitch.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 