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Owie morning
Jun. 9th, 2005 09:00 amMy 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...
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...
