Irritated

I went o bed irritated.
I woke up irritated.

It’s not even 10am and I am done with the day.


First off WHO THE FUCK BUILDS FURNUTURE AT 8 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING WHEN YOU LIVE IN AN APARTMENT COMPLEX ?

Assholes.
 So I’m up at 8am. I’m irritated because I went to bed at 3 and it’s been an exhausting week.
And my brain returns to the reason why I was irritated when I went to sleep. (Next blog post will be my rant on that.)

I toss and turn and eventually drift... right as I’m about on the cusp of sleep... Langley calls Jimmie and wakes me the fuck up.

Now I’m very irritated. and I can’t go back to sleep for anything. I am so fucking tired.


The only good thing is I’m getting Smokey cuddles