Swing, Swing.

Today I didn't get my caffeine fix**. I turned into a mean, tempermental bear wanting only to hibernate and eat corporate people alive...bones and all.

**Caffeine fix: 4 shots of espresso each morning with 1 cup of milk. If I work, I'll have a diet soda.

But really. Work was ridiculous today. Absolutely, mindnumbingly AWFUL, in fact. Don is in California meaning, I'm at the mercy of anyone more important than me all week (i.e. EVERYONE). My supervisor asked me to do a really huge favor for her. The descriptor 'huge' being the understatement of the century. She could have even used 'collosal' and it still wouldn't have been accurate. So I worked on marking down retails in the IP program for 4 solid hours straight...skipping my lunch......until I couldn't even see straight. I went to her office and asked if there was any easier way...and she told me to go ask Charles. So I did. And...he did what would've taken me another 2-3 hours...in 10 flipping minutes. I'm not lying when I say that tears welled up in my eyes. Talk about frustration nation. After that, I promptly returned home, made a chicken sandwich with dijon mustard, talked to my mom on the phone for awhile, and fell asleep in my bed. I woke up with my mascara'd eyelashes creased in all different directions and my brown bangs sticking out awkwardly to the sides.

I sat around being grumpy for awhile longer. Cursed at Leighann. Did some dishes. Then, decided that it was time to be proactive about my beary bad bood (ha.ha.ha.). I put on my running shoes and uploaded a new mix to my ipod filled with only happy songs bearing good memories (this time, there was no pun intended...seriously). I waited until it was dark and then I left.

In my fit of anger, I didn't even realize how nice it was all day. It felt good to breathe. I subconsciously ran towards the playground...as I usually do when I'm in a terrible mood. I was so thankful to the people who had their Christmas lights strung. Thank you, reliable South Parkers...for not being lazy assholes. I slowed down as the playground approached, made sure there were no cars or people around, and made a fast break for the swings. (They got new pebbles! The kind that your feet sink into when you take a step.) I mounted the swing and started pumping my legs. Swings + Joanna Newsom=Good mood food. I literally stayed there swinging for at least 20 minutes...then I started feeling nauseous. But it was a happy nauseous. I ran home amidst the blow up Santa's on motorcycles (hmm) and blue twinkling snowflake lights. And here I am.


And here...I go.....