You know, I usually try to maintain a certain level of cheer and goodwill (Shush! I do!). Some days, I get down in the dumps, but the old "fake it until you make it" adage serves me well on those days. I just go about my day pretending to be smiley and happy and suddenly, the blues have passed and I actually am feeling a lot better.
Today was NOT one of those days. Instead, I woke up sleepy and a bit cranky and the mood just progressed until at work it occurred to me that a couple of people would look pretty good without their heads, and there was (were? whatever...) far too many commercials on the radio, I wondered who I could pick a fight with, and WHY OH WHY do we allow people to wear flip-flops in the office with the incessant flipping and the flopping when they walk and that one girl who walks by 30 times a day makes me want to rip the flip flops off her feet and beat her senseless with them (which wouldn't take long) and that's when it hit me -- Man, I was bitchy.
(deep breath innnnn...)
*flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop*
Nope, that didn't work.
Around lunch time, a slight fog and fatigue had moved in. Although I was feeling less bitchy, I was certainly in need of something.
Maybe that something was a chocolate malt! What? The chocolate and the ice cream and the fresh air and sunshine couldn't hurt, and all of that might just help improve my mood.
The foggy fatigue settled in for the afternoon and invited another friend over, "Inexplicable Sadness." (I hate that friend!)
It was at that point that I figured nobody loves me and I was going out to eat some worms.
So, my plan now is to just be very, very quiet and keep to myself as much as possible until I can go to bed. I shall then pray that Thursday will bring a much better, much kinder, much gentler Kelli.
Maybe you should pray, too...