I dumped my first cup of coffee all over myself today. Darn morning hands. It brought on such an overwhelming cascade of emotions. I felt the pain from the hot sting of boiling coffee on my skin. I felt despair at not having consumed more than two sips it before losing it all over the floor. I felt angry that I derped so hard trying to grab the mug handle. And I pretty much raged at the fact that I was going to have to clean it up before making another cup.
Yes, it does seem a little over dramatic. But nobody deserves this kind of a Monday.
I've got a bad feeling it has set the tone for the rest of my day, too. I dropped my mitten in a melted snow puddle on the bus on my way to campus this morning.
As the smart people in my life would say right now while grabbing my face to ensure eye contact, "puppies, and rainbows, and unicorns, and butterflies, and sunshine, and lollipops...."
So yeah, if someone wanted to bring me a basket of adorable puppies, that would be cool...
Puppies, specifically. I'm not feeling as fond toward cats as I normally do. It probably has something to do with the fact that my cat was running laps around my room at 4 AM last night and then meowed for a half an hour outside my door when I kicked her out. And no, I couldn't have just cuddled her. She is the most fidgety cat I've ever attempted to snuggle with. If I have to choose between incessant meowing or tiny cat paws drilling into my face and body as she readjusts for the billionth time, well, I guess you already know what I'd choose.
And now the coffee loss rage makes so much more sense..
On that note, good luck with your Monday, folks! You might just need it.
Monday was OK, and Tuesday was OK til it wasn't anymore. I feel your pain.
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