A Whole Lotta Bitchin' Goin' On

This morning, I woke up with the biggest case of bitch I've had in a ling long time. I was so grumpy, so busy stewing in my own angry juices that it took me a good 7 hours to get out of it.

Why?

• got a bad hair cut. Why is it, I ask you, when you tell the hairdresser you don't want to lose any length & just want a trim, why is it always the time when you come home with a COMPLETELY different haircut that is 4 inches shorter? Oh, & with bangs that look like I got after them during a drunken binge with carpet scissors, yup they really cap off the look. Just what I was going for, classy mentally challenged.
• dyed my hair a couple days ago using a new brand & different colour of dye & it is WAAAAY too dark for me. As in, the darkness of my hair has leached into my soul & made it dark & scary & bitchy. Thank you very much, Garnier Dark Blonde. Yeah, it's as close to my definition of dark blonde as I am to winning an Olympic medal in Speed Skating.
• sore neck & back causing pain. & a headache. Pain bad. Pain make Wilma mad.
• A nice tumor zit is growing precisely in the middle of my forehead. One of those blind zits that just forms a face you can converse with but never comes to a head. How did I discover it? All the frowning I was doing was causing the tumor to radiate throbbing pain. Nice.
• Spent 4 hours on the books for the-place-where-I-worship. Mayhaps wouldn't have needed to spend so much time if I'd done more work in the last, oh, 4 months. Or any work.

How did I eventually work my way out from under the Storm Clouds of Doom? {Judging by the previous writings, I really haven't}. Put Carol King on repeat & sing along until you actually feel the earth move under your feet.