Thursday, October 26, 2006

It Rhymes with "Witchy"

You know the kind of mood that makes you angry for no reason? The kind where the hair on your head annoys you just by being there? The kind where every syllable uttered in your direction is bound to set you off? The kind where the PHONE RINGING may just drive you insane?

That's my mood today.

I don't know why, and I don't know how long it's going to last, but I know that I am horrible right now. I want to RIP my hair out of my head. I want to go home and just lay in bed, stare at the TV and not speak or listen to anyone. I want be naked, too, because my SWEATER IS DRIVING ME CRAZY, with its seams touching my skin all over the place. Ugh.

I ate a Tums last night before bed, and now I have this horrible aftertaste/film in my mouth. So not only is there an awful taste just hanging out on my tongue, but my coffee tastes gross.

I was so ready to go to the gym tonight, but I have an appointment to get my hair cut. Which is fine, but it seems like every time I plan to go to the gym, something comes up and I can't make it. I brought my iPod and everything. And, you know, I really wouldn't mind that I can't go to the gym, but I'm paying $50 a month for a gym that I use an average of once a week. And that's a good week. That's $12.50 per visit just to fuck around on the elliptical for an hour or push myself to near-heart-attack in step class.

And, not that any of you want to know this, but my birth control pills have gone and fucked up my cycle, so now I have my period AND my PMS for TWO WEEKS instead of one. Which not only makes me angry, but it also makes Billy very, very sad. Because he has to deal with THIS mood for not just one week, but, now, for two.

And you know what else? Lost is making me mad. It's all questions. No answers. And, really, I'm getting tired of paying stalker-like attention to that damn show every Wednesday night, looking for clues, trying to remember where I saw that person before and what their significance was. This is TV, people. I'm not a detective. I love my Grey's Anatomy, where I can just watch and be sad or happy and that's it.

And, hey, that's on tonight. That's the light at the end of my tunnel.

So, anyway, that's what's going on with me. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to sign off and go scratch all the itchy places on my back that my sweater is causing.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awwwwww......I am sorry!

God's gift to women (with really low standards) said...

You might try brushing your teeth every now and then. Usually gets rid of "film." Just throwing that out there. Something new you might want to work into your daily routine.

Laurie said...

What would you know about teeth-brushing, "Steve"?

Bry said...

Oh Laurie, I'm with you. It started last night for me while I was on my way to a college info session. I think it was the fact that I had to take a bus, a skytrain, and then yet another bus (in the rain) to get there. And then I woke up this morning with a red bumpy rash on the top of both my hands and the sides of my face (not really the look I was trying to go for this morning).

I hope yours passes soon (for both you and Billy)...my tall non-fat caramel latte is making it a little better for me.

kate said...

lmao. your post just made me feel so much better. i so know how this is. we all go through it. that's the bitch of being a girl.

reddirtroad said...

Being bitchy totally sucks! You should get yourself a tall non-fat caramel latte like bry. I love those coffees and they make me feel better whatever mood I'm in.

Kat said...

Must be something in the air.

I'm with you with the sweater thing. I can't stand anything itching me. Must be why I cut the tags out of almost every single garment that bothers the back of my neck.

You just reminded me to make an appointment for a haircut. I'm about 3 months overdue. I'm starting to look like Nanuk of the North, ur East. Growing out bangs sucks beyond suck!

Try and enjoy the rest of your day -- tomorrow is FRIDAY woohoo!

PS - I think Grey's is a repeat tonight. :-(

God's gift to women (with really low standards) said...

Hey, I may only have three teeth, but they are all in damn good condition.

Laurie said...

If I could get a latte, I would. But, unfortunately, since I live and work in the middle of nowhere, there are no lattes to be had. :(

And, oh, Kat, I KNOW! I just found out a little while ago. Oh, will this day of terror never end!?

On the bright side: I found a Milky Way Midnight in our candy cabinet. So I ate that. I started to feel better. Maybe tonight I'll hit the bottle of Pinot Noir I've been saving for a rainy day. It's not rainy, but I think the day is appropriate.

Liz said...

You aren't alone, I would bitch out a four year old right now. I am so cranky and angry that the littlest things are setting me off.