~I got mad at DH for barging in the room while I was changing because I'm sick and damn tired of not having ANY privacy (this includes the bathroom where Luke and Owen often make an appearance wanting some ridiculous thing)
~I got into work and found out that Crack called in leaving us short staffed. Guess who has to pick up the slack? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
~I made my little salad and was squirting the dressing on it from a packet when the damn thing exploded all over my shirt, pants and scrub jacket. I smell like raspberry vinaigrette.
~The ER is busy and I'm the Rapid Response Therapist AND the critical care therapist thanks to Crack. When I'm down there, they want me doing shit that isn't in my job description and if I wasn't so pissed about Crack calling in, I might have done it but since I AM pissed at Crack calling in, I was forced to tell them that I was NOT an ER tech so get on with your bad self.
~I'm still mad at DH because when I tried to apologize to him for snapping at him in the room, he got all shitty on me and that fired me up even more.
~I'm so tired and it's only 1125 pm.
~I HATE Weight Watchers and I'm on Weight Watchers.
~I HATE that all I want to do is drink coffee and because I don't have any low fat cream, my damn coffee costs me like 6 points. That was the point value of my dinner.
~I HATE that it really isn't Weight Watchers fault that I can't eat like DH and never gain a pound.
~I realize now that I need to HATE DH and not Weight Watchers. This should not be hard as I'm still fuming about earlier.
~I'm moving to Australia.
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