I'm sick. My head feels like a balloon, my eyelids feel like they have red-hot pokers behind them, and I'm coughing like a 90-year-old emphysema patient. I have to get better before 11:00. I have one hour and 55 minutes. I have to teach today. I have to juggle library books tomorrow and Saturday.
In the meantime, here are some things that peeve me. Feel free to add your own peeves.
-I hate the seals on the top of spice bottles. I almost never got the top off my cinnamon/sugar bottle this morning.
-I hate that sweets don't appeal to me as much as they used to. As I ate my cinnamon toasty treat this morning, I was secretly fantasizing about my grilled chicken salad from last night.
-I hate that I can't wear my hair down after I've offhandedly put it in a pontytail for a while. The bump. You girls know what I'm talkin' about.
-I hate that my strawberries are mysteriously dying.
-I hate that I can't run around outside in a t-shirt and panties more often. It's exhilarating.
-I hate that my feet have weak arches. It hurts like a mofo.
-I hate that people in Chicago really think there's a vision of the Virgin Mary on the wall of an underpass. It's a stain. A gross stain. Probably a pee stain.