Really, it was one of those days.
You know, drama, and random endless stupidity.
The spouse sort of capped things off by dumping hot wings sauce all over and inside my purse. I'm still trying to get it out of my cell phone.
And if I get one more phone call asking me to upgrade some service, or another email that uses a term like "talking points" or "on message"...
What did I say a few days ago? I sleep now, and when I wake it's tomorrow? Sounds like good advice.
Go listen to some music: "Don't Bring Me Down" from the album Greatest Hits by Electric Light Orchestra. Don't even get me started on needing to replace the refrigerator and trying to find a replacement light bulb for my washing machine.