3a.m. in the morning. getting ready to go to bed.
but I just can't rest my weary little head on my pillow till I let out my "down & grump"-ness off my chest.
yes. I am.
down. and. grumpy.
could be the weather. its been pouring everyday. there's hardly any sun.
it's moody. it's depressing.
could be my tummy. it's been acting up. can't seem to get food down.
I wonder if it's my liver. getting fatty from all the rich intake.
could be me. afterall, i am not happy with where i am and being uncertain about the future.
makes me worry. one of the many things I do all day: worry. it could be how irritated i am with pretty-young-things emerging. boy, I sound like an evil old lady hiding around the corner hoping to feed on PYTs. if only that would give me my years back and let me be forever 16.
I am grumpy. over a bizillion and one things.
one of those days. those grumpy, angry days.
those days when everything just don't fall into place. when nothing is right even though it is.
3am. time to hit the sack.
may my grumpiness be gone by tomorrow morning.
long long day it is tomorrow.
oh dreadful.
even more dreadful when you don't enjoy the company you're in.
oh well. suck it up. keep head high and just waddle across.
it'll be over in no time.
in no time.
