I'm having one of those days.
I am swamped with work.
I've got a toxic frog running around the house. (Chance left the "feed" door open (a.k.a where we drop the bugs) and the creature got out. I think he was waiting for that to happen. I mean, the frog. Those suckers are smarter than they look. (Did you know fire-bellied toads can live 20 - 30 YEARS? Maybe I should thank Chance?)) So now I'm searching for a frog and watching the cats in case of frog-poisoning. While trying to work.
My son - whom I love to pieces - is being entirely unreasonable and contrary about mommy really just needing to read email for a sec (or anything else for that matter) undisturbed. Like peeing. Or sitting to change channels for said child. Without being poked (objects of which are promptly taken away - sorry, lightsaber, you are banished) or climbed upon. And then, son, really? The delighting in irritating mommy? Not cool.
I think my period is starting.
The Internet, whom, yes, I was avoiding there for a while, is still full of sad and scary.
Every time I try to work There. Are. Delays! And about a million emails. And changes to spec that I find on my own. (So I'm working but it's completely unproductive work. Which I find irritating. Also.)
I still seem to have this going on 10+ days cold.
I haven't gotten to blog about the loudest place on earth yet. (It starts with a "D".) Or about the project that I'm all excited about and have yet to start.
I'm thinking about bagging it all, going to bed, and getting up at 4:00 tomorrow to start over. I know, I know. 4:00 am? Couldn't you possibly, wg, just maybe, perhaps a little become even more of a bitch, after waking up at so ungodly an hour?
I don't think so. - wg
Ah, venting... you dirty ambrosial slut of the mind.