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I feel like crapola. This frickin cold has kicked my booty!! It's C O L D as hell. I know I shouldn't whine about 40* but when it's 84* one day and then 40* the next, it literally throws ya for a loop. The drivers on the road this morning were Whacked!!! Season has arrived in full force and brought the snowbirds in flocks. BEWARE of cars with out of state license plates. I swear I dont know how people miss a 50' bright yellow monster bus with black stripes and big flashing lights, but it happens everyday 20 times a day! And everyone is in a bigger hurry then I am and goes to whatever lengths necessary to keep from being behind me. I can't get a parking spot in front of my own building anymore. With what I pay for this place I should have my own spot!! But Nooooooo I gotta park and could use a freakin shuttle I am so far away. No fun when I have a trunk full of groceries. I wanted to make Beef Stew for dinner. I started it yesterday and had to stop to go to my moms and tonight I have a field trip that I won't be home from until after 10pm. Which incidently is past my bedtime due to the ungawdly hour I have to wake up in the morning. Normally I would be excited about my field trip, extra hours is always a good thing. But since I feel like dookiebeans I would rather come home and sleep. I need to take a nap today cause I haven't been sleeping at night. Wasting my only quiet alone time on sleep ticks me off but is a necessary evil.

I feel out of sorts lately. Just kind of out of control of my life. I get like this every now and then. I know this too shall pass, just wish I knew what to do to make it happen sooner. I need to balance my checkbook, clean out my car, pay bills and get rid of the wicked sickies.

I will take one moment at a time like I always do and have faith that soon I will feel like myself. Until then whining and venting feels kinda good.

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