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**public** Rain
Thursday, 16 October 2003 11:25We've all been praying for it to return after this hellish summer, and now it's just POURING. I can't appreciate it because I am too busy kicking myself for missing the bus two days in a row. I hate driving to work. I hate being in a hurry. I hate being late. Fuck.
To avoid driving to work angry, I stopped at the Whole Foods on 65th and was just awestruck. I don't think I've ever seen so much produce in one place, not even at the Pike Place Market. Seafood, beef, pork, and poultry all had their own butchers. The deli was just insane. By the time I got to the bakery I was crazed and bought half a dozen pastries that I can't eat. It was still pouring outside after I checked out, so I ended up driving to work all pissy anyway.
I'm having the worst time sleeping lately. I can't fall asleep, I can't get up... I toss and turn all night when I finally DO get to sleep. I'm thinking I need to sleep in the guest room for a while and see if that helps me out at all, because I have never enjoyed sleeping on the futon Garret insists is the only thing that doesn't kill his back. So much for breaking down that bed and putting it into storage. I still need it, and will probably continue to need it until I can convince G to buy one of those sleep number beds.
Until then, I'm just fucking exhausted and in a foul mood. A foul mood I can't blame on anybody but myself.
Fuck.
To avoid driving to work angry, I stopped at the Whole Foods on 65th and was just awestruck. I don't think I've ever seen so much produce in one place, not even at the Pike Place Market. Seafood, beef, pork, and poultry all had their own butchers. The deli was just insane. By the time I got to the bakery I was crazed and bought half a dozen pastries that I can't eat. It was still pouring outside after I checked out, so I ended up driving to work all pissy anyway.
I'm having the worst time sleeping lately. I can't fall asleep, I can't get up... I toss and turn all night when I finally DO get to sleep. I'm thinking I need to sleep in the guest room for a while and see if that helps me out at all, because I have never enjoyed sleeping on the futon Garret insists is the only thing that doesn't kill his back. So much for breaking down that bed and putting it into storage. I still need it, and will probably continue to need it until I can convince G to buy one of those sleep number beds.
Until then, I'm just fucking exhausted and in a foul mood. A foul mood I can't blame on anybody but myself.
Fuck.
