Note

If you're one of those people who have an overabundance of energy--or would have if you got to sleep at a more reasonable hour instead of spending half the night watching TV or surfing online--and you're complaining that your life is empty because you never bother to get off your ass and follow your dreams because it's so much easier to sit around playing computer games or chasing after your latest sex object or bitching to your friends or lovers or coworkers or random strangers on the street about how empty your life is because you haven't fulfilled your dreams: Shut up. I'm losing sleep here desperately fighting to find a reason to keep on breathing and you people are really pissing me off.

Yes, I'm a wee bit cranky.

Considering how little sleep I managed to get (thanks to all those early-morning thoughts reminding me that I'm now 2/3 the age my mother was when she died and have nothing to show for it and how do I expect to get anything done when my body's falling apart and there's no money to do anything about that and and and...), chances are I will be a wee bit cranky for the remainder of the day. You have been warned.

My Friday.

The day did not begin auspiciously. As a matter of actual fact, it began with me crying, having had only a few hours' sleep thanks to the combination of physical pain and reflections on the fact that here I am at 33 years of age having done nothing with my life and with little to no chance of doing anything notable anytime in the conceivable future and generally feeling like an utterly useless waste of flesh. So you could say I was cranky.

I had an appointment with my doctor today in order to get him to fill out some forms for the lawyers so they'll know how they want to argue with Social Security. It was too late when I left the house for me to get my umbrella, so I walked to the Metro station in cold rain, and walked to the doctor's office from the other Metro station in more cold rain. Meanwhile, the boots I was wearing decided that the blisters I had weren't enough and it was time to develop some more.
( And after the whining, she gets scared. )