being_isis for that lovely surreal flapdoodle.Sixteen below zero this morning when I went to start the 'Sploder. It was not happy at being molestered after being that cold, but it did start up on the second crank.
I'm not quite so well-behaved. Between Sadie wanting to go outside several times during the night and being massed upon by pets wanting attention this morning, I did not get a lot of sleep. Top that with the need to take some benadryl this morning at work, and I'm smooth and streamlined like a laser-guided poodle, liso y sedoso.
I am quite cranky today though, dirty and disgusting, skunk-ass of the world. Bury me with mah boots on Tex, think I'll eat some worms. And yes, I have showered, it's more of that "I'll never be clean again" feeling.
Yes, I know where it comes from. the question is whether or not I am capable of doing what needs to be done to make it stop, or rather doing it soon enough to matter. The other question is do I care enough to make it happen, and truthfully, right now that is the sharp pointy bit.