today sucks.
It should be a good day; it’s my day off, and the sun is shining. Instead, I’m uncontrollably irritated at everything. I had to go to the store to get catfood to keep Stacy from feeding Niamh all my sardines (my lunch and dinner for the next week), even though the emergency cat food was right there next to the sardines.
However, my bike is messed up, so I had to ride Stacy’s. Her bike is a sporty mountain bike, and totally not built for tooling around town. It has a billion little racks attached to it to hold various accessories, and I kept getting my jeans caught on them. Plus, it’s a dude bike, and really hard to get on and off of when you strap a basket to the back to carry groceries. Grrr.
So I go to the drug store because I have health insurance, and my prescription ran out, and they tell me my insurance is not activated yet. I have to call the insurance people and see what’s up. In the mean time, I’ll be cranky and drugless. Get used to it, fool!
At least Jones is here for me to drink with and bitch to. He’s always good for a good bitch session. Maybe I can bribe him to make some of his chocolate things, too (no, not Chocolate Salty Balls!)
