It’s been one of those mornings where I not only woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I woke up half an hour late with a backache to boot. Grumble, grumble.
I went in to my usual Starbucks this morning, dodging a first class moron who nearly took off my door and desperately needs parking training, only to be greeted by a line 15 deep and a barista who didn’t know how to do iced coffee. Grumble, grumble.
The Fort Wayne Mad Ants, the newest NBA –D team, are going to be affiliated with none other than the Detroit Freaking Pistons. Grumble, grumble.
The only potential Presidential candidate that gets me excited in any way, shape or form says he’s “fallen out of love with politics”. Grumble, grumble.
I just got saddled with a massive project that will probably take me all day and then some. So much for leaving early. Grumble, grumble.