I am in an absolutely horrid mood this morning. Life feels very out of control, so I will need to spend a bit of time figuring out why before I can really get anything accomplished, I suspect.
151.6 this morning, and I really don't care. Sleep would have been okay if the dogs hadn't woken us up twice last night - once by making odd noises, and once by jumping on us. That could certainly be part of the reason why.
I. Hate. Winter. I'm just done with it. It's too damn dark out, the sun is in my eyes in the morning and slows the commute - already filthily bad - to a dead stop. And the cold makes me cranky.
I ate stuff yesterday. Undoubtedly too much of it. Fine. Whatever. Hope to be better today.