I just sent Boo out for diet coke and chocolate if that's any indication as to what it is in fact that is plaguing me.
I'm sure when I wake up tomorrow all will be right with the universe again- but tonight I prefer to wallow.
So far I've pissed and moaned over a photo collage I couldn't make look "just so", almost cried on the phone to my mom over my aunt's family who I was so close with growing up but have grown apart from recently, bellyached over the lack of planning Megan's so called MOH has demonstrated for my bff's bachelorette party, eaten left over Indian food, not shredded, walked, or THOUGHT of working out and all together pretty much been a heinous you-know-what to Boo who made me promise to be happy for the rest of the night if he completed the diet coke/chocolate run.
But my fingers were crossed.
After this post, I plan to do some light blog reading, consume said snacks, light some candles and crawl into bed for Grey's Anatomy and the rest of FlashFoward (good show btw).
Tomorrow I promise; I'll be your ray of sunshine.
Tonight I'm a tsunami.
Hope the rest of ya's are in better moods than moi!
Miss Amber Lane