I didn’t hate my morning. It was fine. It was better than fine actually, as the heat wave finally broke and I was able to dress without sweating. I didn’t hate my day at work. Well, I almost did. We are getting ready for a “visit” and we are trying to make our store look like a museum. Frustrating, but I didn’t hate it. I didn’t hate coming home to an empty house when I was expecting dinner already made as well as someone home either. I was just too tired to bitch about it.
What I do hate about today is that I started a load of laundry at 4 PM and just now (at midnight) remembered to get it into the dryer. Dammit! And ya’ll know I won’t go to bed until it is done and folded. OCD sucks yo.
Now what? Creative writing? Venting? Where’s my old iPod? I need music…
tagged: ocd laundry annoyed hate forgot up late
Britney Spears - Me Against The Music
