Today I'm a woman on a cranky mission. Or, perhaps, a cranky woman on a mission. I've been insulted by singers, I have other insane singers who I WILL smack with a rolled-up newspaper, and my cello lesson went sucky (I blame the singers). Days like this, I stay isolated so the toxic words spewing forth won't infect virgin ears.
I have a massive Choir To-Do list that grows like Chia Pet fur grows. Now, as the printer is suffering from an electric seizure (great band name, by the way), I'm feeling the underwhelming urge to repeatedly smack little, yellow notepads against the wall. I'm not checking any more work email. I'm not checking the phone messages. I'm cranky, like bear. *snort* he is big...like bear *heh* Perhaps a little bit of Christopher Moore will help. He did come up with the term "fucktard." Some day I hope to be half as brilliant as he.
An Erinku in crankiness:
tipping
hydrangea
I forget to
water
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