Today I’m in a bad mood. Not one particular reason, just a lot of little crap at work that is serving to really make me want to punch things.
I want a freaking comfort muffin. I want to walk downstairs to the cafeteria and get one of those stupid muffins that get marked down to 75 cents after 3pm. What is wrong with me? Why would a muffin give me solace.
Stupid. I’m settling for a dumb cup of coffee and a blog post. And scowling…I’m doing a lot of scowling right now.
Back to work. Stay away from muffins. Or better yet, stay away from bad moods.