Gripey

I am cranky.

I don’t know why, really, but I feel like I could cheerfully punch someone, and I’ve felt that way for the past few days. This is when working alone really pays off, although I find emails and phone calls extra irritating. Plus actual work! You expect me to do what?

Monday night I went to Borders and ordered a small javakula (which is their version of a frappucino). Despite having said “small coffee crunch javakula” and then repeating “small” when the clerk asked me again “what size?”, I was definitely handed a large javakula by the drink maker. Both girls seemed pretty bad at their jobs – or at least distracted by other interests – a dog walking by, for example (seriously).

Anyway, I got a large, and you’d THINK I could just quit after drinking half, but those things are good, and it was sitting right there, and I hadn’t really had dinner, and I had exercised . . . I didn’t order a small b/c that’s all the drink I wanted, I ordered a small b/c I knew that would be good for me (which of course the drink maker didn’t understand when I commented on the size of the “small” I’d ordered and she just shrugged and said “enjoy!”). Suffice it to say, the large size proved an irresistible temptation.

All that back story to say that I slept like absolute crap on Monday night – I couldn’t fall asleep, and then I woke up multiple times, sometimes with my restless legs, but mostly just tossing and turning. I think it was the result of piles of caffeine in that stupid drink. And the lack of sleep is what’s making me really pissy. Plus being back at work after five days off last week AND trying to write something that I don’t know enough about, which is like pulling teeth.

I’m going out to Indiana next week, where I’ll have to deal with real co-workers and be a guest in someone’s home, so I’d better be over this mood by Monday.