Today I woke up in a great mood. My cat was curled into my shoulder and it was bright and sunny. I stretched, content with life, and then my feet hit the ground. That's when I was inexplicably filled with rage. I was, if you will, rage-tastic. For no reason other than 'this is a day and I am forced to deal with it when I would much rather be watching bad movies in the dark'.
I thought this wonderful feeling would pass when I got to work. I was wrong. The day truly started when I walked into the break room. I overheard someone talking about the Phoenix Suns and how they sucked. I then yelled, and I mean YELLED, 'HEY!!! I'm from Phoenix!' and then I stormed out. I yelled so loudly that my coworkers actually jumped. Confused, I sat down at my desk and tried to figure this out. I was mostly confused as I have never in my life defended Arizona (pretty much the exact opposite), nor have I really ever had any affinity for the state basketball team.
It was then that I decided to take the crazy to the internet and ranted via email with a friend. He found my anger amusing and laughed until I showed him my horoscope. It said, and I am paraphrasing here, 'Bitch, you crazy, stay away from people'. He agreed and now fully believes in astrology. So, now I fully blame the planets for current state. In fact during my drive home when I was yelling at little old women and children, I would catch myself, shrug apologetically and mouth 'it's the planets'. Therefore I wasn't just the angry girl, I was the crazy angry girl. Which I think is much better.
I was going to go to the gym to work off The Rage, but decided I may hurt someone so I instead stayed home and ate of the chocolate and watched of the reality dance competition. And this? Made everything ok. I also think I deserve a medal of some sort for not taking my lunch time spork and hurting people with it. Because a lot of them deserved it. In fact one of them even made clucking sounds when he walked and I didn't hurt him at all. (Yeah. He did. He clucked in time with every step and yet? I let him live, sorry world). That's medal worthy. In fact, that's medal made of cake worthy.