Feb 27, 2008 08:10
I'm going to be sorry that I got up at 6:30am. But I can't stop the indulgence of going to bed early. Then I end up getting up early. I never thought I'd be a morning person, but I think it's more an affinity for the time of day in which I can be alone. That used to be late nights, but it's not so much that way anymore. Granted--I have an odd definition of 'alone' at this point.
I don't think there's quite the word to fully describe my deep seated annoyance. Usually that's what I do. I do words, but at the moment all I can make are hand gestures and bare-tongued guttural chirps. I don't even know. I have a list of annoyances that's got to be pages long, and they're really really getting to me this morning. This does not bode well for my checkbook because I tend to shop for calm and calm is really effing expensive sometimes.
Unable to communicate. Argh. Hate it.
shame,
existential analyzation