It’s Lent and I’m in such a horrible mood. I need to snap out of it. It’s 8pm and within the next hour, I’m going to take an Ambien and put an end to this bad day.
It’s pouring rain.
My family is sick.
I have a headache that won’t go away.
I had the ballet tonight, but I’m skipping it because I hate Giselle. I hate full-length prissy ballets. That’s $90 I flushed down the toilet. Oh well. It was a sunk cost.
I have a bug bite very near my left eye that has now become inflamed. It was bright red. Now its on its way to purplish territory. It hurts when I blink.
I had a bad dream that my Dad died! I was beside myself in the dream and obviously woke up in a funk. When I called home to check on him, my Dad said, “Well, I don’t think it’s my time yet. I’m still here.”
Hillary lost the state I made volunteer calls in.
I ate one meal all day. That’s it. I’ve lost my appetite. I’m upset. I’m going to bed.
Would you like some cheese to go with your whine?
Seriously though, medicating yourself with an ambien bc you just cant bear a bug bite, a bad dream, and the fact you skipped a ballet you didnt like? However, regarding the 10 calls you made (it was 10 wasnt it?) the fact your efforts didnt decide the contest is both shocking and demoralizing.
no i didn’t just make ten calls and whine about it, asshole.
Asshole? Because Im trying to point out that your life isnt really that bad that you need to take a sleeping pill? I’ll grant you that I poked a little fun, but asshole? WTF is wrong with you that you can’t take a bit of good natured (and constructive) ribbing from somebody?
Oh, and your words on the subject of the calls were: “Now my goal was ten phone calls. Everyone I called was in Wisconsin…”
vixen, this will cheer you and other members of the campaign like me up:
http://www.hillary2008.com/