Sort of like my mood. Plus I'm tired.
I blame some of that on that blasted VH1 station, because even though I vowed that I would not watch Daisy of Love I found myself still up at midnight watching those rejects blubber over Daisy.
VH1's power over me is stronger than I thought. I wonder if there is a rehab group for reality tv addiction.
Let's be honest though. My entire Sunday was full of television. When we woke up to rain, S and I planted ourselves on the couch to catch up on DVR. We watched 90210, Life, The Mentalist and The Mentalist again when we both fell asleep during one of the episodes.
I tore myself away from the couch long enough to make dinner and then we resumed our positions in order to watch The Celebrity Apprentice.
BTW, is anyone else watching CA and hating Annie Duke? I used to like her in a way where you're proud of her success because she's a woman. Now that I've seen her in action though, I cannot stand her. She is really obnoxious.
As you can see I'm rooting for Joan.
So far I'm dark, gloomy and lethargic. Add to that a little anxiety and irritation -then it would an accurate description of me at this very moment.
Anxiety because I have a "lady doctor" appointment next week. It doesn't matter how old I get, or how many times I go, I still hate it. While necessary it's still humiliating and uncomfortable.
I hate lying there while the doctor and nurse discuss mundane topics, like what they are taking to a barbecue that weekend. That happened last time and let me just say that you don't want to have people talking about baked beans and potato salad while peering at your who-ha.
It's not a good place to be in.
Topping off my little mood cocktail this Monday is irritation. This morning I woke up after the alarm went off. The FIRST time. That never happens, but it did this morning.
I got up, went downstairs and packed up my laptop for work, then came back upstairs to shower. I was in and out before S's alarm ever went off so I was feeling a bit proud of myself.
That is until S got out of the shower and made a comment about me leaving the bathroom fan on. Say what?
It's true, in between getting up and going downstairs I cut the fan/light on when I set my towels in the bathroom. Apparently you aren't supposed to have the fan on if you're not in the shower. Or something like that.
I don't know, and frankly I didn't care. I was on time for once and I wanted to bask in the glow of that, not be chastised for cutting on the fan.
Let's just say that my morning didn't start off as I had imagined it. Thank goodness Monday is only one day...and Tuesday is right around the corner.
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