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Just one of those days
Jun. 19th, 2003 06:33 amEver have one of those days when you wake up in a bad mood? That's me today. Woke up crabby, came to work crabby, dealing with my often moronic co-host increases the crabbiness...I have no patience for anyone today.
Went to Canadian Tire last night to pick up an air mattress patching kit, and fixed up my bed. It's not perfect though - I don't know if there's another small hole somewhere or if I'm not a very good patcher, but the mattress still needed to be re-inflated this morning. It wasn't that bad, but definitely softer than it should be. Stupid beds, why are they so damn expensive? Stupid radio, why does it pay so little? Stupid me for deciding I'd rather have a career I love instead of one that pays.
Mum comes tomorrow. My place still needs a thorough cleaning - the bathroom needs a lot of work, have to take out the garbage, clean the litter, and vacuum the entire apartment. Oh yeah, and have to find a place to store Matt's girly magazines. I don't care about them, but Mum will.
On a brighter note, Mike said he'd stop by on his way into work and pick me up a french vanilla coffee from Tim's. I certainly need it. I've been sleeping like crap this week - getting to bed late (or at least falling asleep late,) waking up frequently during the night, and feeling downright awful when my alarm goes off.
Went to Canadian Tire last night to pick up an air mattress patching kit, and fixed up my bed. It's not perfect though - I don't know if there's another small hole somewhere or if I'm not a very good patcher, but the mattress still needed to be re-inflated this morning. It wasn't that bad, but definitely softer than it should be. Stupid beds, why are they so damn expensive? Stupid radio, why does it pay so little? Stupid me for deciding I'd rather have a career I love instead of one that pays.
Mum comes tomorrow. My place still needs a thorough cleaning - the bathroom needs a lot of work, have to take out the garbage, clean the litter, and vacuum the entire apartment. Oh yeah, and have to find a place to store Matt's girly magazines. I don't care about them, but Mum will.
On a brighter note, Mike said he'd stop by on his way into work and pick me up a french vanilla coffee from Tim's. I certainly need it. I've been sleeping like crap this week - getting to bed late (or at least falling asleep late,) waking up frequently during the night, and feeling downright awful when my alarm goes off.
