Sunshine and lollipops

I had a mini-revelation while subvocally cursing fellow pedestrians on the way home last night: For "I'm in a bad mood" to be an effective excuse, it has to be deployed sparingly. When you're using it more than three days in row, you have to accept the possibility that that's just the way you are.

So I resolve not to be in a "bad mood" today, no matter what happens. I've gotten a solid eight hours for first time in a while, so that should make it easy, right? Also, my most horrible co-worker appears to be off today. (It's for this reason alone that I've begun to look forward to the Jewish holidays as if they were my own.) And all the unpleasantness of dealing with "Cingular--the New AT&T!" (Bullshit! You're the same old sucky Cingular, forcing my imminent switch to T-Mobile) is over with as of yesterday. All I have to look forward to tonight is dinner with spookyfruit in Lincoln Square and kuchen under the linden trees. Go me!