I introduced myself to someone new in the lab today. I asked what year she was in school. A senior. She asked what year I was. “Oh, I’m a first year. Wait. No, second year. Woah…that’s weird.”
I went to the gym tonight for kickboxing and while walking out of the classroom, became annoyed with people standing in the doorway blocking the exit. I decided not to run because I was tired. After leaving the gym, I immediately became annoyed with people who park and/or drive badly. I was grumpy because I couldn’t find my mailbox key. My legs and butt hurt. I’m hungry and tired and moody.
Where’s my prune juice? And my cane?
My only solace came in making fun of Lynn for watching the weather channel.