Owie morning

[storytimewithjoe]

My head feels like it is going to sky-rocket right off of my shoulders this morning. But what did I expect after drinking so much last night?

I found myself in SUCH a puppy-kicking mood yesterday. Between work stress on different levels, people annoyances, neighborhood woes and crescent-fever (my new term to describe the HORRIBLE mood I get into on the New Moon), by the time I got home, I was nearly violent. So the choice was simple - either subject my husbear to Cthulu's wrath when he walked in the door, or have a glass of wine to chill out. A bottle later, I was feeling MUCH better. I know, I know, I really shouldn't do that. And I certainly don't make it a habit. But yesterday, for the sake of humanity, it was a wise choice. Heck, I slept wonderfully, too!

Now if only somebody could turn down the volume of the paint in my office...

Comments

[acdntlpoet.livejournal.com]

Only ONE bottle??? Quitter.

[joeguppy.livejournal.com]

Bite me.... just do it quietly.

[flaming-mo.livejournal.com]

HEY BUDDY! SORRY TO HEAR YOU"RE NOT DOING SO HOT!

[joeguppy.livejournal.com]

As soon as I am well again, I am sooo gonna smite you.

[kfitzwarin.livejournal.com]

Every once in a while ya gotta do what you gotta do. Hope at least it was decent wine (although I'd expect nothing less!)

[morrisman.livejournal.com]

"Now if only somebody could turn down the volume of the paint in my office..."

Oh, I like that, can I use it on those rare occasions?

[joeguppy.livejournal.com]

Sure... just do so quietly.