Do you ever have days when you just want to be frustrated because you can? Today is one of those days for me. My day hasn't been particularly bad, there have just been a series of events today that make me want to glare. So here it goes.
A glare for the man in the back of the library auditorium I'm sitting in right now who took away my cookie. I have to have something to keep me awake during this lecture...
A glare for whoever it was that thought it would be good to make me give up my chance to sleep in for once this Saturday. I am very angry about this.
A glare for my pillow. I need a new one. It doesn't support my neck which gives me upper back problems.
A glare because I want to watch North and South but I've loaned it out.
A glare because if I had North and South I wouldn't be able to justify watching it because of all the homework I've been skipping.
A glare for seeing people you don't want to see.
A glare for not seeing people you do want to see.
Two glares for the history department for wasting another hour of my life.
I suppose I should probably end on something positive?
A grin for almost being done with the semester.
A grin for the weekend.
Several grins for a new episode of Robin Hood to look forward to.
A grin for almost being caught up with my English homework.
A smirk for managing a good grade on a History assignment even though I only spent an hour on it, proving once again that my writing skills are superior to everyone. (I'm only partly kidding).
A grin for Thursday closing shifts at work.
A grin for pie night last night with my friends which was SO much fun (and so good. I'm in love with whoever made the apple).
Aaannd...a grin for solitare on my computer. It passes time quite nicely.
2 comments:
I have to admit, solitaire is very addicting. Don't even get me started on how much I play Spider Solitaire. The semester is almost over! Hang in there Jo!
I'm glad pie night made you happy my dear. Thank you for coming and cheering up the evening!
Oh, and if you'd like more pie, there's pie-a-plenty in my kitchen.
Kiss, kiss,
Evelyn
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