I'm in one of those moods where the smallest thing sends me over the edge. It's a combination of having a killer migrane and the flow of PMS in the house via another female. Aparently waking at 11 am is no longer an option here, even when the normal, work week waking hour is 5:30. Reading for a few hours is also no longer an option. The following, ver batem, is what drives me to tear my scalp into shreds.
"I just bought an onion. Where's the onion? I can't find that onion. I just bought it. Honey, where is the onion I just bought. Damn, where is it?"
My train of thought: Well, obviously you didn't just buy that onion because the last time you entered a grocery store was two weeks ago. By that time, the onion went bad and was thrown away before you opened the door of the refridgerator again. So, we no longer have an onion in the house and will have to make do. No amount of wandering through the house and yelling will bring that onion back from the garbage heap on Terminal Island.

There was no need for me to be thinking that way, but because I'm in my normal Amanda mood, I feel like rolling some heads.

This is also the first Fourth of July without my dog. I am quite emotional today. He used to watch the fireworks with me every year. He was deathly afraid of the noises, but he loved to watch them.

Edit: I am in love with Mozilla 1.4 final and it's pop up blocker. Plus, it reads my Microsoft IntelliMouse browsing buttons :P Go download it, now.
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