It was enough to make me rethink sleep as my favorite activity.
And I'm in a mean mood this morning. It's a perfectly beautiful day and I have a million things I should be attending to and I don't want to do any of them. The yard needs attention badly. All of summer's growth is tattered and done and I need to pull and cut and haul and pile the detritus and the garden is a shame and a sin and if I was a normal human being I could paint a bathroom, at least. But I feel so gloom-and-doomy that I just want to jump off a bridge and get it over with and that's not a good way to feel.
I saw this magazine cover in the grocery store the other day
Well, I guess I'll stop now and go take a walk. And if the damn Sheik crosses my path and tells me that I'm out late today I might just smack the crap out of him.
I'd say good morning but it's just not.