I am SO grumpy.
May. 4th, 2004 05:11 pmI don't know if it's work or regular life or boredom or PMS or lack of sleep or just existential ennui, but I'm way too grumpy for my own good.
I want to curl into a little ball on a lounge chair on an exotic Caribbean beach and have someone fan me off with palm leaves and bring me drinks with little tiny umbrellas in them.
I want to quit my job.
I want a month off. From everything. At a spa, or out in the desert, or by the beach. Or at a haunted castle in Wales. I don't care, so long as the weather's nice and no one fucking bothers me.
I want to curl into a little ball on a lounge chair on an exotic Caribbean beach and have someone fan me off with palm leaves and bring me drinks with little tiny umbrellas in them.
I want to quit my job.
I want a month off. From everything. At a spa, or out in the desert, or by the beach. Or at a haunted castle in Wales. I don't care, so long as the weather's nice and no one fucking bothers me.