This morning, I pushed the snooze button for an hour and forty-five minutes.
I nearly didn’t get up at all. And when I did, I didn’t bother with a shower. I just tugged my long hair into a ponytail, changed my clothes and left the apartment.
Maybe I’ve just been in pain for too many days in a row. Or maybe I’m really much more broken up by the series finale of Friends than I let on. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m really legitimately miffed. In which case, I intend to stay that way for a while.
This current state of miffed-ness, having simmered down substantially from last night’s knife-wielding rage (Sorry guys. I swear, I was only going to cut the bread) is really more the bastard stepchild of disappointment than anything else.
And while I still feel like karate chopping someone in the throat -- you know, Miss Piggy style -- I’m going to settle for being in one pretty considerable funk. Less violent that way.
I am sorta tempted to let the girls do their thing with ninja stars, though.
PS To the nice man from Wee Book Inn: I inadvertently deleted your email. I did intend to respond, so if you’d like to leave your address, that’d be swell.
I don't wish to get to overinterpret here, but is anything, uh, wrong?
Posted by: Michael at May 7, 2004 10:07 AMlike k said--ninja stars. at the ready. say the word.
Posted by: shivery at May 7, 2004 11:33 AMThis is beginning to sound like the type of situation where he isn't going to be able to redeem himself. Which sucks, mostly for you.
Posted by: bond girl at May 7, 2004 11:51 AMThe longer I hang out with Tribe Girls, the more heavily armed they seem to be. It's getting to the point that I'm considering renting a bunker.
Hope things get better for you soon.
Posted by: Jason at May 7, 2004 12:54 PMyeah, rent that bunker. then we'll commandeer it and FILL IT WITH WEAPONRY. and cupcakes. weaponry and cupcakes.
Posted by: k at May 7, 2004 05:44 PM