Why is Mara so grumpy?

Mood: Sleeeeepy/Acheeeey

Yes, I'm grumpy. You would be too.

My own fault though. Damn procrastination.

Last week, something evil happened. Last Monday I awoke ready to head off and explore with my camera. But, oh no! Why is my hip and side wet? EW! Did Chewie (my cat) come in the middle of the night and pee on my bed?!?!? After a quick whiff, I decide that neither he nor I suffer from incontinence. But now, I'm perplexed. Hazed from having just woken up, I ponder. Did I sweat a lot in one damn spot? No way, there's too much moisture. Is my nose not up to snuff and it is a cat's way of telling me to @#%$ off? No, my nose is fine.

A moment later, I went to the bathroom, still perplexed. I sit for a moment, and then it dawns on me. I sleep in a FUCKING WATERBED!!!! Seriously? It took me two minutes to even CONSIDER that? What the hell is wrong with me? I don't excuse myself for having just woken up, it's stupid. It's like if my house was on fire in another room and I saw billowing smoke traveling through the house, I'd take a few minutes to say, "Hmm.....is someone perchance having a barbecue?" "Is David Copperfield somewhere in my house performing delightful magic where he makes something disappear?" "Ghosts?" "Is that fog?" Seriously, I should be shot.

So, needless to say, I pull back my sheets and find the leak right away. It was one that had been patched up previously, but I suppose it didn't take. So, do I run out immediately and buy a patch kit to solve my woes? Nah. I decide I'll sleep on the couch that night and make a go of it the next morning. Do I? Well at first I did try. Who the hell carries patch kits for waterbeds? Let me tell you, Home Depot doesn't, Target doesn't, Wal-Mart doesn't, Lowe's doesn't.....Denny's? Nope. Finally, I do what all adults on their own do when presented with a crisis, I called my dad. "Have you tried Ace Hardware?" He has the funniest ways of answering a question by asking another question that makes me feel a lil' dim. Love him more than anyone. So....a quick trip to their website tells me that they DO in fact have a waterbed patch kit. Huzzah! So, I find the nearest one to me and give them a quick ring on the phone. They don't have any in stock. Neither does the one 2nd farthest from me. Finally, the third one does. He tells me they have two left. I proclaim, "Oh, please hold one for me! Apparently there is a craze of hoodlums going to every Ace Hardware in Puget Sound purchasing every single one!" The guy on the phone mumbled something, chuckled and quickly hung up. Why am I so weird?

So, did I rush off to go get said patch repair kit? Uh uh. I decide, "I can go get it tomorrow, I can stand another night of sleep on the couch." The next morning I awoke with the largest knot in my neck, I can't even move my head to the right. Moving on to now five DAYS after that....I am finally ready to get my butt into gear. I haven't slept very well at all however. And I won't for a few days more.

After getting fed up with my waterbed for the last time (those things are terribly difficult to dress!), I tell a co-worker of my woes and how I wish to get a new bed. I am offered new mattresses, hooray! However, now I must go through the horrible process of draining my bed (after I fix it) and then I must wait until she can bring me a new mattress. So, a few more nights on the couch for me means sarcasm and grumpy bitchings for you that I talk to on a (nearly) daily basis (Sue, Peter, Brian, Brandon, Su-Anna have fun kids).

Anyway, I was just bored and wanted to write. And it further gives proof to my procrastination. I'm also going to be mailing my taxes today, last minute. I love me. You all love me too though, the ones of you that count anyway.

I like mittens.