This has got to end somewhere. I am just the biggest crosspatch these days. Daayam. I'm hoping a change in time zones will help, otherwise poor Jill may just leave my bitchy ass in some out-of-the-way locale along the PCH during our planned outing tomorrow. And I'm sure Bick would reward her well for such a gift to the rest of humanity. Perhaps a little solitude will do my attitude some good. Hyatt Regency for the Soul, as it were. Excepting there is that whole work thing that I've got to do while I'm there. I'll be wearing the Sombrero of Hate, battened down with a Stampede Strap.
Feel like crap. Ate like crap last night. Feel even crappier today. Ya think? Sometimes I am just eat up with the dumbass. Now is one of those times.
Today I MUST go get a new phone and I've got a call into my doctor about my flipping shoulder which still hurts like a beast. And it all just sucks like shit through a straw.
Yea. Right. Whatever.