I'm having a bad day.
I've been having a bad day for the past eight days, as a matter of fact. These days, every other word out of my mouth is a flowery expletive (oh, the cathartic experience of swearing is rather exquisite!), and I've lumped most everyone into a single incompetent-uncaring-soulless-bastard category. Other peoples' feelings, needless to say, are the least of my concerns at the present time, so it should come as no surprise that the number of folks I snapped at this past weekend alone easily surpassed the number of confirmed allergies I have. For instance, I got into a heated debate with my new neighbor and ended up calling him a foolish and self-centered blowhard. It's all right because he is a foolish, self-centered blowhard. It's also all right because I caved into the guilt that nagged me for the remainder of the day and ended up buying him and his wife a box of welcome-to-the-neighborhood and it-was-probably-not-right-of-me-to-call-you-a-foolish-and-self-centered-blowhard-even-though-you-are-one cookies and cupcakes from Out of the Kitchen.
Yes, reader, this behavior is clearly out of character for me. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I was my usual even-tempered and pleasant self. Now, I've suddenly transformed into this scary person, who enjoys peppering everything she says with fucks, shits, and stupid-fuckin-bitches and sulking and/or crying when she's not eviscerating anyone who gets in her way. What's up with that?
Maybe I'm just tired but that doesn't seem to be a good enough excuse.
But I ramble. I meant to say that I'm exhausted. All of this bitterness is really doing a number on my system and, as a result, I don't feel much like blogging today. Perhaps you can entertain me with your comments, instead? So, I open the floor to you, readers. Go ahead. Say anything.