Welcome to my Monday.

Not literally, of course. Yesterday was Monday, which you know because yesterday's journal entry talked all about my weekend. I'm pretty predictable like that.

Today is Monday because it's just been one of those mornings. The kind of morning that makes me kind of wish I had an anonymous blog somewhere. (If only I could get to livejournal from work. It's not blocked - I don't get the message - the browser just kind of churns and churns and churns and never actually loads anything. I have no idea why.)

I forgot to rinse the conditioner from my hair and had to get back in the shower after I'd started drying off. I couldn't get my makeup on straight (and given that I only wear foundation and eyeliner, that takes some effort). I broke three fingernails on the clasp of my necklace. I had a stack of blogspams overnight. My computer's system mysteriously started eating all available resources, and we had to leave before I could see if the reboot did the trick. Pretty much everyone in the house was acting Penny's age at one point or another.

Fuck it. No one cares about my whining and bitching. I don't have much work to do today, thank god, so I think I'm just going to shut my office door and hope no one tries to talk to me and try to recover the vaguely good mood I was in when I stepped into the shower.

--Liz