I woke up on the wrong side of pms. I am so irritated. As soon as the alarm sounded at 7:10, I knew I didn't want to go to work. But I'd already taken a day off earlier this week for the exact same reasons, so this was not a possibility, or was it? Upon reaching for my contact case, holding the very last of my contact supply, I found that it was missing. I looked to the blurry vision of my kitten Fig, and he meowed meekly with guilt. Apparently, Fig holds a great affection for taking my contact case in his mouth and hiding it in unknown crevices. Frantically, I searched all the usual spots, albeit in a handicapped state since I was BLIND. I screamed at Fig, implored my roommate for sight and help and experienced overall hell. Part of me was a little excited for the potential excuse to stay home and sleep in, but the more practical side of me knew my ass would be grass if I didn't find my contacts. Contacts found, shower hastily jumped in and out of, I made it to work. And I don't want to be here.

But the Jalepeno beef jerky serving as breakfast (courtesy of my hillbilly coworker Frank) is making me feel a little better.