I didn't wake up in a bad mood. I arrived here.
I was in a fine mood when I woke up. I ate peanut butter toast and chatted with James while he showered. Then went for a run--which was the beginning. My stupid watched told me I only ran 4 miles, but, I KNOW that's not true. I KNOW I ran further.
Then I ran late getting to Elizabeth's. Then I caught the bus, which was a stroke of luck. Then, a old woman with a walker got on the bus, and the jackasses at the front of the bus, in the seats that are supposed to be for the elderly, didn't even look up. They weren't reading or doing anything else, just didn't get up. She eventually got a seat, and I spent the rest of the bus ride overtly scowling at them.
Then I got home from Elizabeth's to find that my Harry Potter t-shirt hadn't arrived. Lame.
This is the mess that faces me on my kitchen table. Think this is getting taken care of? You'd be wrong.
This is a stack of books, two of which I'm supposed to be reading. One of which I am reading.
Oh, also, it got dark at about 2:30 today.