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Apr. 3rd, 2006 10:41 pmI missed my bus stop coming home - not even wrapped up in a book, just idly doodling a felted purse pattern, and no one else wanted off, so we whiz by, I pull the cord just 50 feet too late and all of a sudden, the CRANK.
I wished the driver my typical cheery good day, but then stomped, fuming and cursing, the entire way home. It's a horrible feeling, that nasty, rotten, suck-ass 'world-hates-me' temper, and at the same time realizing how juvenile I'm acting, and I could have headed off the mood at the pass if I'd only remembered to eat lunch.
Stomp, fume, rage, scare the cats, and above all, get dinner made so the cranky can go the hell away.
I'm glad I hadn't signed up for the Onyxia raid tonight - I was home late anyway, and that would just have been a bad thing. Instead, I read fic and watched MacGyver (my new sekrit lust-object, heh.)
I wished the driver my typical cheery good day, but then stomped, fuming and cursing, the entire way home. It's a horrible feeling, that nasty, rotten, suck-ass 'world-hates-me' temper, and at the same time realizing how juvenile I'm acting, and I could have headed off the mood at the pass if I'd only remembered to eat lunch.
Stomp, fume, rage, scare the cats, and above all, get dinner made so the cranky can go the hell away.
I'm glad I hadn't signed up for the Onyxia raid tonight - I was home late anyway, and that would just have been a bad thing. Instead, I read fic and watched MacGyver (my new sekrit lust-object, heh.)
