Typically, Wednesday is a good day. It’s the middle of the week. By lunchtime, you are exactly half-way through the work week and it’s appropriate to start planning your weekend. So why am I feeling so grumpy?
I’ve had a double chocolate chip muffin already this morning. It called out to me at 7:30 when I got to work. I ate it. I feel ill now. I kinda enjoyed it but didn’t, if that makes any sense.
I’m tired from getting up at 5:30am for a week now. I’ve been trying to get to work early to plow through the work so I can leave on time, but I think the early mornings aren’t agreeing with me.
I’m craving a holiday.
Really, I’m procrastinating and getting annoyed at things randomly. Like my roommate who is ridiculously impatient and wants me to move out the minute I can, forgetting that Sept 1 is a holiday, movers will charge double and one extra day with me in the apartment will not kill her. She nags me to convince my new super to let me move in early. She doesn’t seem to realise that asking me once is fine, asking me via email 3 times a day and then leaving a note on my laptop so I see it first thing in the morning? Not okay. Makes-me-slap-happy-not-okay. I get that you’re a planner and you can’t wait for your boyf to move in but give me a moment to breathe woman!
Today is dragging so slowly. I’ve had this post open all morning and I could have sworn it was lunch time already. Alas, it’s only 11am.