Hi, my name is Persephone, and life is moderately irritating to me today.
I’m a clinically depressed epileptic married mother of two, with financial problems, moderate marital strife, and a government job.
My cat is a jerk, my dog needs a bath, my daughter stole my lip gloss, and now it’s empty. My son is sleeping peacefully, but he’s shiny and smells like strawberries.
I have to have two wisdom teeth removed on Wednesday. I scheduled the appointment for Wednesday because the kids are in day care that day…or so I thought. “Oh honey, didn’t I tell you?” says my husband. “I switched from Wednesdays to Tuesdays, starting this week, because my boss wants me to work at the store on Tuesdays now, and I don’t have any students on Wednesdays anyway.” Sigh. Now on my things to do list: up the life insurance on husband.
Well, at least Wynton Marsalis shut up about Louis Armstrong for a minute. Now he’s rattling on about Coltrane. I suppose whatever he’s saying would be cool if I liked Coltrane.
Bowled like crap tonight, too. My one decent game was the one where the other team decided to open up a big ol’ honkin’ can o’ whoop-freakin’-ass on us. Lost by 220.
Oh well. I think I’ll go see if I can scrounge up some chocolate or something.