the circle of bad...

so, on wednesday night i ate the most yummy food of my entire existence. at brennan's. oh my word. turtle soup, perfect steak, spicy crawfish atop breaded mahi mahi (i think?), sauteed mushrooms in a sauce you would kill your mother for (not really okay?), bread pudding---a dieter's nightmare, but i did it for a cause--- so it was okay & better than okay. okay?

anywho. this all occurred after 7, which is the magic food hour. any food consumed after 7 pm either goes straight to the area right above my knees (yeah, don't even pretend you don't know what i'm talking about) or it goes to my head and creates the most horrible nightmares.

and the brennan's went both places.

so thursday morning, after a night with the tossing & the turning (those pesky buggers), i awoke with not nearly enough time to do my hair. which led to exhibit a: bad hair day.

{the realization}

{the shame}

{the hairy culprit}

well, that bad hair wasn't going to let me stop with shame. it also brought me anger. i went to pick up lunch for the office and could have sworn that every loony in houston had come out to drive, and honestly i could have just sworn. period. but i didn't.

well, not out loud.

i was hating on everyone. and everything. the old lady in the cadi who pulled out in front of me, the copy machine, the phone for ringing (not like my job depends on the phone or anything...), the people walking by my window with their chick-fil-a bags while i ate my half-sandwich & celery. i could feel the bad vibrations emanating from my hair.

ugh.

so then i was trying to sell my couches. not really for too great of a reason either. but i had this bad feeling about it. the hair had done it again. and i started being crabby about it. and i talked to clint about it alot while he needed to be studying. he was really nice about it, of course, because he was having a good hair day. but me-- i was flustering and blustering around the house trying to make up my mind about whether to sell these perfectly good red couches to the perfectly nice people who came to see them.

my reasons were bad. my form was bad. and because of all the badness, i didn't get started with dinner until--- idk like--- 8:30 or something! boo. and it was a bad dinner. and i had some bad sleep, turned my alarm off and slept until 7:10 am.

but i decided not to let the bad continue. i fixed my unruly hair and hurried to work. i unlisted my perfectly wonderful red couches, ignored the bad drivers, even gave the copy machine the benefit of the doubt (that's not going to last long though...).

the point is, the buck stops here. the circle of bad begins and ends with me.