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There seems to be a direct correlation between long days and rotten moods. As a result, today lasted approximately a millennia. Miraculously, no one died by my hand.
I have been in a relatively foul mood for the past few days. I can't quite put my finger on it, and nothing is drop kicking me out of the funk. In fact, I woke at 4.30 am today ready to sucker punch the first person that crossed my path.
Since I always rise at (or around) this time, I knew that wasn't the problem. Nor was I fighting with anyone last night - or in my dreams. Since I couldn't up my mood - or find a cause, I gave up.
I declared today a Bite Me day.
Sometimes, acceptance is your only option.
Ah, blessed rage. How I have missed you!
I have been in a relatively foul mood for the past few days. I can't quite put my finger on it, and nothing is drop kicking me out of the funk. In fact, I woke at 4.30 am today ready to sucker punch the first person that crossed my path.
Since I always rise at (or around) this time, I knew that wasn't the problem. Nor was I fighting with anyone last night - or in my dreams. Since I couldn't up my mood - or find a cause, I gave up.
I declared today a Bite Me day.
Sometimes, acceptance is your only option.
Ah, blessed rage. How I have missed you!
posted by rennratt at 8:20 PM
13 Comments:
Like I say "don't ruin a good bad mood!" Enjoy! (it's all good til the meds wear off...)
Dammit! I wish I'd read your blog earlier Renn. I'd have loved to put the bite on you but alas the day is almost over. I guess I'm having an unlucky day too.
Renn: You know where my head has been the last couple of days, so I see absolutely nothing wrong with raising a strong middle finger to the world.
I hear ya. It's kinda fun, isn't it? My mood has not been like that, I'm just in the "pull the covers up over my head and don't come out till spring kind of mood."
"Anger is a Gift"
If I didn't have a marathon dentist appointment I'd invoke the "meet me a dreamburger" rule here.
grease and cheese always cheer me up, oh, and beer.
There's probably a direct correlation to the whole jury thing which has made you declare a "bite me" day...today is my first day "alone" with the kids since I had surgery...it's only 9:30 and I've declared war on them! (actually, it's not as bad as it could be, so far)
something's in the air - I've been in an uncharacetristically found mood for the past few days. Fortunately, the treadmill gets most of the pissed-offedness.
God bless my new-found endorphins.
that's FOUL mood....
dammit.
I love your attitude. Maybe I should start embracing my rage instead of feeling guilty. Now get out of my way, jerk!
Love Bite me Day. Love Better Bite Me Week. Ah screw it BITE ME MONTH rings truer. And that goes for everyone in my workplace. We all have the BITE ME fever.
Well done.
Amen, sista! BITE ME TODAY, TOMORROW, AND THE DAY AFTER THAT works for me.
Bite 'em all, let God sort 'em out.
That's what I say. Sometimes.
Good for you.
You put up with a lot! You deserve to have a determinedly shitty outlook one day a year!
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