BIG SHOCKEROO. I don't even know what the matter with my dumb ass is. It's beautiful and sunny here in Buttfuck, and I got good sleep last night, but I am crabby as a motherfucker this morning. I have managed not to growl at anyone so far or bare my teeth, but it's still early. The possibility still exists.
How is your morning (or afternoon for my UK friends) going?
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Dear Crabby,
Sometimes if I have a terrible dream, or anxiety dream, I wake up in a tizzy. Sometimes I don't even remember the dream, I just wake up and feel like somebody has rubbed my head with a cheese grater!
I turn to dark chocolate at times like this... Hope you get back to your ole self soon.
Bear hugs,
pf
Mr. Burns sucks at fucking life. I am tired and hung over. And I have no desire to deal with anyone today. Maybe it is something in the water here in the good 'ol Midwest?
I am feeling quite cheerful. For me. Which means the despair-o-meter is at six rather than eleven. So I am doing well and I wish I could make you happier.
I love you, crabby or whatever.
The last part would make a good mantra.
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