January 03, 2004
January 03, 2004 - 6:15 p.m.
I don't know, you guys; since the year's turn I've been grumpy and sort of worn down. While everyone else was on vacation the past few weeks, I kept working. My house is a disaster, the stupid mouse that chewed through my dishwasher drain pipe has started venturing onto the kitchen counter (eating mandarin oranges, no less), and even though I own 15,000 pairs, there are no clean black socks in my drawer.
I need a break. Otherwise it's tantrums and pouting.
No, not really; tantrums went out of style when The Electric Company stopped being a big part of our lives, but still. I'm tired. Yesterday the bank jacked up my account again. The cat will not shut up. My car is filthy. Today I tried to knit for an hour - that was at 1:00 p.m., and my hands still hurt.
Welcome to Kaetchen's personal pity party! Only one person invited!
Really I have very little to crab about, except for feeling worn down and tired. A good cry would do much toward improving my outlook, but as my fingers work, I'm overdue to pick up Scratcher and his son for a night of burgers and The Simpsons. Hrm. The Simpsons. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.
The following phrase has been echoing through my head all day - will someone please tell me where it's from?
"Fucking off now, SIR!"
I keep thinking Monty Python, or Blackadder, but have no real idea. The movie Stripes, maybe?
I would like to fly someplace warm and pretty, where the drinks are made with mangoes and rum. Who wants to come with?
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