The Perfect Storm of Grumpiness
For the 57th time this year, I'm all stuffed up and my ears are plugged to the point of deafness. (My dad is mostly deaf, so I always stress when I have ear problems, more than most people would.)
It's cold and raining. Again.
I can only breathe through one nostril.
Got my final paperwork from my old job. I think they underpaid me, but I hate everyone there and don't want to deal with them so I won't bother.
Need a vacation. Except that planning a vacation is part of what's stressing me out.
Alana
