I kinda feel like stanky (not to be confused with sKanky) dog farts today.
I don't know why.
I didn't exercise this morning and I've eaten like a 459lb junk food crazed PMSing gorilla on a rampage.
Only I'm not PMSing.
I'm just in a funk. A stanky dog fart funk.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache. That shit just pisses me right the F*** off.
And when my air horn of bitch alarm went off, I pretty much crawled from bed in a poopy mood from Satan's humble abode, ready to cut any person that so much as breathes in my direction.
Just call me Crankypants McGee.
Now I shall go back to 'pretending' to work, for the next 3.25 hours, until I can go home and work some more.
Longest. Day. Ever.
That is all.
I need no pity. Just venting.
Oh, and the title has no rhyme or reason to this post. Other than the fact that if I had a hammer, I'd probably injure innocent bystanders. So it's a good thing I don't have one.