I had a bad day. And don't you go singing that annoying song. It's over now and I'm glad; we're all glad at Chez Ragged because when I have a bad day, I tend to share it. Not an admirable trait, but darnit, I can't help it any more than I can quit loving butter cookies.
It's over now. Cynical let me rant and rave and was completely on my side, which is his job afterall. Our motto: We're on the same team, don't go messing with either of us.
I probably needed to rant and rave some more, but I ran out of steam and had to go to sleep, plus I got distracted by the Olympics. God bless the Olympics. It's distracted me from my bad day, the fact that Russia entered Georgia and that we don't have side tables to sit our drinks on.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
And I hate that song
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I hate those days, hate 'em with a passion. I've been having several of them in a row, very cranky. I'm so on your side, too. I agree, thank God for the olympics, they are good to watch and you can't help but cheer and feel excitement for those talented athletes.
One thing I found is helpful to me is to lift a fluffy pillow to my face and shout or scream into it for as long as necessary.
Damn you side tables. Damn you to Hell!!!
Seems it's going around, that bad day syndrome :~
Mmmmmmmmmmm Butter cookies.....drool
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