An ex-boyfriend of mine used to sing that little song in the morning to wake me up, and I hated more than anyone could ever hate anything ever. It's part of why we broke up, I think. Bastard, telling me to climb up a "sunshine mountain" first thing in the morning, I'll show you a fucking mountain, asswipe...
Ah yes, pardon me, I do have a point, which was actually perfectly illustrated by that rant: I have been in a super-duper-extra-shitty mood this week. Not sure what my problem is, though a lack of sleep or the heat may be part of it.
Today, though, a huge part of my rotten mood is I wore a suit (!!!) to work and I feel fat and uncomfortable and just want out of this thing immediately. I don't know what I was thinking putting this thing on - it's supposed to be like 95 degrees or some insane shit like that. But the boyfriend and I are going to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? for his birthday tonight and when I woke up this morning I was a wreck because I'd stayed up until nearly 3am watching season one of Alias on DVD and I just was not thinking straight.
So here I sit, crammed into an ill-fitting suit, my head swollen with terrible thoughts, counting the seconds until I can get out of this office and then these clothes and just get some goddamned sleep.
So I decided to say hello in this state. Lucky, lucky you.
I just needed some outlet. The internets are proving fruitless today; nothing is entertaining me. With my boss out of town again I have absolutely nothing to do, and the phone has rung maybe three times in the past two hours. It's only one o'clock and this day has already felt longer than I can stomach.
Cheers! Oh, and I might just blog a bunch of these sorts of posts today, because it's either this or begin sanding a paper clip into a killing weapon.
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