Yup, pretty much everything (and nothing) has been pissing me off since I tore apart the house last night looking for my black sweater.
Why is that so infuriating!? I just wanted to wear a new dress with my comfy black sweater. Since I couldn't find the sweater, well, obviously, I no longer had anything to wear.
"Might as well go naked or never leave the house again" I sulked to myself, as I huffed and puffed, frantically dashing in between Daniel and his zombie game in search of the holy grail of wardrobes.
In my missing sweater-induced stress and irritation, I decided to give away half of my clothing,
I re-organized the desk area, cleaned the bathroom, took a 5 hour shower (in the dark), and laid in bed, still
seething.
Apparently, my relaxing staycation to NoCal was non-transferable.
