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I am Ms. Crankypants.
Dec. 16th, 2008 03:23 pmLike so many others in the area, I settled to sleep last night awaiting the Ice Apocalypse (thanks, Calypsobard, that's precisely the right term) and chose not to hit the streets too early.
It turns out this was probably a good thing. Not because we were buried in ice (we weren't, to my mild annoyance), but because I fell back to sleep, woke up at ten, and still arose groggy and disoriented. I crawled in to work with apologies, and have been sulking behind my desk ever since.
I've just accepted that I am in a tremendously terrible mood today, which actually makes me feel a bit better. I'll grumble and sulk for a while, but I'll be over it tomorrow. I can accept that. In the meantime, I want to crawl into my cave with a raw steak and growl at everybody who comes near me. I think it's a combination of the weather (which is courteously hovering JUST ABOVE FREEZING, and treating us to a heavy fog and a constant mist of very cold rain) and Christmas stress (I'm nowhere near done shopping and I have no idea when I'm going to find the time to do it, and even when I do, making myself go out in weather like this is like pulling teeth).
I want my shopping to be done, I want to see the sun, I want some hot chocolate but I am AFRAID TO DRINK IT, I want my throat to stop hurting and itching simultaneously, I want time to finish several Christmas projects that I really wanted to complete but have had to nix, and I want to sleep for the next twenty-four hours or so.
And I want a pony. So there.
It turns out this was probably a good thing. Not because we were buried in ice (we weren't, to my mild annoyance), but because I fell back to sleep, woke up at ten, and still arose groggy and disoriented. I crawled in to work with apologies, and have been sulking behind my desk ever since.
I've just accepted that I am in a tremendously terrible mood today, which actually makes me feel a bit better. I'll grumble and sulk for a while, but I'll be over it tomorrow. I can accept that. In the meantime, I want to crawl into my cave with a raw steak and growl at everybody who comes near me. I think it's a combination of the weather (which is courteously hovering JUST ABOVE FREEZING, and treating us to a heavy fog and a constant mist of very cold rain) and Christmas stress (I'm nowhere near done shopping and I have no idea when I'm going to find the time to do it, and even when I do, making myself go out in weather like this is like pulling teeth).
I want my shopping to be done, I want to see the sun, I want some hot chocolate but I am AFRAID TO DRINK IT, I want my throat to stop hurting and itching simultaneously, I want time to finish several Christmas projects that I really wanted to complete but have had to nix, and I want to sleep for the next twenty-four hours or so.
And I want a pony. So there.
