This is me, crabby.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, which is unfortunate because I only have room enough to wake up on just one side of the bed. This is not looking good for my future in the new apartment. Er, studio. Whatever.

Ugh.

Not only did I wake up on the wrong side once this morning, but twice. I had to wake up at 4 a.m. to be to work at Job #2 by 4:30 a.m. At 8 a.m., I went back to bed. At 10:30 a.m., I re-awoke. Again on the wrong side.

Harley was banging the closet door - waking me up, my apartment was cold, I still had an eight-hour workday ahead of me and I needed to go for a run. In the cold. I was hungry, my kitchen was a mess, and good thing I'm not dying or dead or bleeding to death or about to give birth to an alien child because The BF has not returned my call since 8 a.m. P.S. It's now almost 2 p.m.

Ugh.

I have to work until 10 p.m. tonight, only to be up again at 4 a.m. for another go'round at Job #2. Who needs to go to the gym that early? Honestly.

It's cloudy and ugly outside. I don't want to talk to anyone. My iPod is blasting so loud in my ears that it's a good thing I don't want to talk to anyone because I wouldn't hear them anyway. I also haven't decided if My Chemical Romance raises or lowers my blood pressure, but I'm listening to it anyway because it's angry.

Ugh.

I just got an email from co-workers, who are going out for margaritas tonight in celebration of Cinco de Mayo. I'm not Hispanic, but I love a good margarita. But I can't go because I'm working until 10 p.m., and have to wake up six hours after that for more. That, and until May 15, I'm poor. Like, welfare poor. Send me to a food line, please.

Ugh.

This is me hating life. I'll get over it soon. But if you talk to me, tread lightly. I'm a giant hosebeast today.