Back the eff off!

It crept up on me. I hardly even knew it was coming. Here I am, just waltzing through the days, spending time with my good friends, enjoying my boyfriend, succeeding at work, and it hits me.

A bad mood.

I think it began sometime yesterday at the end of the day crunch, with my work's 5:00 deadline fast approaching and all the appropriate paperwork still not appearing.

Then it really settled in when I had to make an obligatory stop at a friend's house for a Pampered Chef party. How many of these things do I have to go to? For the sake of everything holy, I cannot think of another kitchen utensil I could possibly need. Oh wait, maybe that apple corer thingy - considering I've eaten, oh I don't know, like 1/2 an apple in the past year. But in case I ever do get an uncontrollable craving for an apple, won't I be the lucky girl who can slice and core her apple in one easy step?

Then the last nail was hammered into the coffin of crankiness. I had to drive over to my boyfriend's house, have dinner with him, then drive home, yes drive home and not stay all snug and warm in his arms for the night, because I promised to meet a friend at the gym at 6:00 a.m. the next morning. This morning, my methodic bike pedaling was interrupted by a text from her saying "Sorry! Slept through my alarm. Maybe next time."

And voila. Here I sit, quietly in my cube, daring passers-by with a piercing glare to just try and approach me with anything heavier than a simple hello.