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Out of Sorts

Not sure what my deal is today. I got up this morning to go for a walk and it was spitting rain, but no biggie. My thriftstore Nikes were kind of hurting my feet, so that didn't help. But it felt good to go for the walk (other than the hurting feet).
And it's all going well...and then I get into work and just turn into PMS-Man.  I don't know what my deal is. I just feel bitchy this morning and I'm not sure why. Yeah. That's all I got.


Darrin said…
listen here cramp-boy, you better cheer up and cheer up fast. i don't care if you're all pissy cause the salvation army fudged up your record section (on top of always smelling like stale cheese). you are a happy person. got that? HAPPY! now go get something for lunch and smile.
Darrin said…
just for clarification, for all you readers out there, it is the store that smells like stale cheese... not Todd.
~ruthie said…
um, you bought shoes at a thrift store? mmmmkayyyyy...maybe now you realize WHY they were there---b/c they hurt someone elses feet, too!

hope your day goes better. btw, you might want to try some works wonders for pms!
Todd S. said…
Normally shoes aren't such a sketchy purchase...but I knew I was straddling the line with these-size wise.

And I think midol might have ibuprofen in it, which would send me to the ER. But the day is turning around, so-no worries.
~ruthie said…
nope, midol is a combination of acetaminophin, caffeine, and pyrilamine maleate (which is defined as a "diruetic to relive water weight gain"). all i know is that when i'm on edge, it brings me down to the point where i don't feel it's necessary to seriously injure my coworkers. :)
Todd S. said…
hmm. I may have to give that a shot. today's much better,though. And tomorrow's a day that's good,too. :-)

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