Had a bad day today. Just was in a 'meh' mood all day, didn't really want to talk to anyone (for the most part, anything that breathed annoyed the crap out of me. LEAVE ME ALONE PEOPLE)
I'm sure I was a treat -- I do pat myself on the back for recognizing my foul mood/perma scowl and tried to avoid people by working (hiding) in offices where people wouldn't find me.
Left work right at 5:00, and thought perhaps a trip to the gym would help alleviate my terrible mood before I got home. No dice. My gym (population 1.5 billion) has decided they need to build a parking ramp, and apparently that means that they must close the parking lot during primetime.
Hate.
So I came home, and for the first time in about 900 days there happened to be sun... I decided to run outside. Let's just be clear... there are very few things in life I despise more than running. In fact, besides Mondays, I can't think of anything off the top of my head that I do hate more.
However, when I got home from this little run, I did feel a little better. (probably had nothing to do with the Sephora box on the back step either... )
The highlight of my day, though, was the fact that my team... BEAT the Kings tonight. I came into the game with a bad attitude (par for the course today) and it ended with a big fat 'W.' That plus a glass (or 3) of wine really picked me up. What picks you up?
That's all folks.
//tk
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