Went to bed irritated. Woke up irritated. Would think that somehow, in 6 hours of sleep, would have some miraculous recovery of attitude. Nope. Didn't happen. What did happen upon waking, was repeated pushing of snooze button and growing aggravation of having to get out of warm bed and scoot self off into cold morning to place of employment. Not happy.
(Grumble. Whimper.) Fuck!
I swear, if you're late for work again...
I'm beginning to think you're no Inner Goddess at all. More like Inner Bitch.
Any reason we're so crabby this morning, Sunshine?
Could be that had THE most frustrating, unresolved disagreement with J yesterday. Could be that I seem to have put on 37 pounds in the last two weeks and my pants won't fit. Or, could be that I just am reserving the right to be uncharacteristically foul-tempered today. That okay with you?
PMS.
Excuse me?
We both know that's what this is.
Then, shouldn't I be allowed to crawl back into bed and sleep until my clothes fit and the world makes sense again?
Funny how it doesn't work that way. Now, put some angry girl music in your Discman and go to work.
Bossy.
Go to work.
Go to hell.
After you, Princess.