Grumpy.

I don't like things right now.

I don't like August, with all its stupid heat and humidity. The humidity is a big smothering blanket, and the whole month stretches out with no excitement, no breaks, just one long blah.

I don't like work, where people are always asking me to DO shit, and deciding to change things for the sake of changing them, or changing things that have already been changed--all on some whim. And expecting me to do the changing, not having READ THEIR MINDS the first time.

I don't like my food choices. I can leave work and drive to any number of places to buy lunch, all of which I'm completely bored with. Or I could make something and take it from home, but that's just so much work. I just want to eat pizza and chocolate and ice cream and french fries and not worry about health.

I don't like my house, which is messy and crowded. I want to move, to redecorate, to go minimal. I want more room and less clutter. It doesn't help that I cleaned out my trunk this weekend and moved all that crap into my living room. And my dressers are overflowing, and my closet. I need more closets.

Complain, complain, complain. If I were one of the seven dwarfs, I'd be Bitchy.