I’m feeling slightly cranky, and here are the reasons why.
- It’s 80 degrees in my office and once again we are being poisoned, this time with roofing tar. Next week is supposed to be noisy.
- I’m hungry, but I’m trying not to eat anything. [This is probably what’s really wrong.]
- I’m reading Game Change which I like okay. Actually, though, I’m really tired of it and want to move onto something else, but a coworker recommended it. Ugh. Also, it once again feels like the country is going to hell in a handbasket. How can a former anti-masturbation campaigner now be running for senate? Are we living in crazy world? I don’t understand it.
- I miss those annoying children. Also, they will not sit down and have lengthy conversations with me regarding exactly how and what they are doing. Is it really safe not to worry about them? Other people’s children apparently call them every time they change their underwear. I don’t know why mine have to be so damn self-sufficient.
Okay. I think that’s it now.
I slipped in Who will run the frog hospital while I was supposed to be reading Game Change. It was infinitely more interesting, but also somewhat sad.
Bah. Perhaps it’s time for lunch . . .