The foxy people always win in the end...

Is it the rain that has made today suck? Is it my period? Is it having to do stuff that I don't know how to do (or have any desire to do)? Is it having to be the boss?

Even though there was some smashing news on the legal front this morning, today has sucked all around. There's a large part of me that wants to crawl into bed and stay there...forever.

Even my cats are avoiding me - the one time I really really need them to be in my face, demanding attention, and instead they're knocking stuff off the sewing table and skittering away from me. Granted, I am lurching after them, saying "Cuddle with me!" in a creepy voice, but still.

I'd better shake this feeling by tomorrow. I have to go to a baby shower, and I'll need to put on my happy-to-be-here face. Ugh, two hours surrounded by mums and married women. I might as well tattoo a big "S" on my forehead. "S" for "Single."

Okay, that's enough out of me. Time to build a fire and make some hors d'ouevres. Mexinese rolls FTW!

I can't seem to work up the energy to do anything today. My apartment will remain "snowglobe chic" for the rest of time, rainy season means my laundry will never get done, and I can't seem to write anything. Indeed, my mind is coming up with new, totally Mary-Sue scenarios for both Miko (my favourite canon MS) and various Athosian chippies who could totally exist, really.

It's taking a bazillion years to download this thing that I'm downloading, I made bread and then proceeded to eat half the loaf, and this has been my only two-day weekend this month. I should have done more!