I went to sleep with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair.

[raybear]

It's barely the afternoon but this has been a miserable day so far: foul weather, foul mood, foul health, minor inconveniences piling up every hour. I have way too much to do, even more so now that I can't even get into the damn law library and I wasted a chance to get work down up in Evanston, but all I really want to do is take a nap and wake up and fucking start over.

I have some perspective -- I can even laugh a little at my crankiness and I understand exactly how irrational everything I'm feeling is. But strangely enough, this isn't making it go away. I still want to kick shit and throw random objects and stomp around and scowl at people. Except babies. I've seen two babies today, one on the bus and one on the train, and they were the only creatures I've smiled at. I can forgive babies.

Fuck it, I'm sleeping. What's another hour of being behind schedule if it means I won't be hating the world and all of its inhabitants? Cause really, that's where I'm at right now.

Comments

speaking of Melissa Manchester....

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Ice Castles! That's the movie they should have re-enacted with marine life sponges last night.

"The roses!.....the roses!......"

oh, lord...

[broqued.livejournal.com]

and they should have worked it into a skating montage- from ice castles to the cutting edge to youngblood... ice cubes amok!