I wish I had something interesting to write about...

Sunday: 7:00pm

I'm not getting married, or having babies, or raising babies, or have a husband that's deployed or has some big, important, interesting job... I don't even date. So I don't even have any dating disasters to write about. (And believe me - my dates are disastrous. ALL. OF. THEM.)

And I just burnt my first attempt at making vegan Thai food for dinner. So now I'm hungry too. And my house smells like burnt Thai food.

*sigh*

That's not me...

Shaddup...

I even make cookies frown. That's pretty gosh darn bad.

Let me continue on with my list of complaints:

• Algebra class makes me want to spork my eyes out. With plastic sporks so its extra painful.

• My job is draining the life out of me more and more with each passing day. It's like a succubus. Except it doesn't seduce me to have sex with it - it just drains the life out of me and I get nothing in return. Not even good sex - or really good pay. My hope for the betterment of mankind dies a little with each passing day and each drive into my office.

• I wake up every morning with these unidentifiable stomach pains. I hope I don't have ulcers...

Monday 8:00am

As if last night wasn't bad enough - my morning has already been disastrous. I want to go back to bed...

Monday do-over!

I'm done bitching now... But my stomach hurts so bad I want to throw things.

Sunday, Sunday....

Look for this picture on my Bitchin' posts. Consider yourselves warned!

I have a love/hate relationship with Sundays.

On one hand - its a day in which I typically have much of nothing to do. Any chance I can take to do not much of nothing I will most definitely jump on. But on the other hand - I work at 4am on Monday mornings and rarely am able to fall asleep on Sunday nights. I can't get my brain to shut off. Plus I had a full night's sleep on Saturday night - typically - so I'm just simply not tired. But sleeping in is one of my favorite Sunday attributes!

Then all day Monday I drag ass around work - can't get up on time, can't get moving. It messes up the whole day. And to make this Sunday worse - I have a horrible headache, I'm moody and I have BITCHIN' cramps! TMI... I know. But this whole being a woman thing drives me CRAZY sometimes!

While I'm bitchin'... it got up to 80 degrees here yesterday. I broke a sweat standing outside waiting for the game to start. Then of course I froze as soon as I got inside the Arena. Now my hands are feeling exceptionally dry and snake like. Damn you desert weather!