Signs

I'm in need of a good day.  The last three haven't been so great.

Sat going into Sun, I slept almost twelve hours and didn't feel like getting up at all.  I felt completely ripe with headache and bitterness.

I completely fucking lost it when someone treated a hardcover book of mine as a food tray -- getting one side a little wet from laying it in water under a dish rack and smudged all up with grease stains.  Did I go overboard?  Kind of, but if that someone might have done the same had I done it to one of their books.  In retrospect, I only wish I didn't throw the book like a ninja weapon!  Yelling was fine in and of itself. (Just for clarification, an adult did this)

Two hours after that incident, I went back to bed, got up, went back to bed, ect...  I finally got up to leave my room Monday at 12:34pm -- again, not wanting to get out of bed.

I sat here, there, and everywhere feeling completely achy and at times tired.  Earlier, I went to the store just to get the fuck out.  I sat here, reading and browsing and just realized...

It's past 4am.

So, tomorrow, I'm going to the mall so capitalism, slow walking mall rats, and fast food and have a chance at pissing me off.  Hopefully.  If I can peel myself out of bed.