Mean reds

My reds aren’t mean just yet, but borderline grouchy. It seems that Her Highnessness is a bit of a funk as well. (Hang in there, Chrek!) No definable reason for me, because on another day, more serious incidents would roll right off my little duck wings.

Was worn oooout when I left work yesterday, but got energized enough by “Kathy Griffin is … not Nicole Kidman” that I went to kickboxing for the first time in 2 weeks. Today I keep thinking how nice it would be to crawl under my desk and lie down.

Am off the floats, mostly because my accomplice is on vacay. Today I had a Green Tea Frappuccino, which would have had as many calories as a float if I’d had it with whipped cream, which I did not.

I also picked up a North African wrap, which contains hummus and tabouleh. The tortilla was chewer than it ought to have been, so I sat with the half-eaten thing on my desk for a while, before wrapping it up in the grocery bag. That fact that the smell of my own lunch is pissing me off is a fairly good indicator of my mood.