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aamusedinatxMonday has never been my favorite day of the week. Today I woke up in a very foul mood. I don't know why. I had a nice weekend in spite of the rain. The good doctor and I had a wonderful Saturday filled with fun, good sex, brunch, birthday cake, more good sex...did I mention the good sex part?
Sunday was relaxed, lazy and filled with rain. I napped with the beasts, read a book, and basically did whatever the hell I wanted, which was in the main, nothing.
So, then why this morning do I wake full of piss and vinegar (as my Aunt Edie used to say). Grrrrring and gritting my teeth and glaring at the world? I want mayhem. I want boiling in oil. I want flaying--flaying is always good and it really pisses people off.
As I said in a friend's LJ this morning.
I.want.fricken'.mayhem.and.grevious.bodily.harm.
The bloodthirsty henchwench, who obviously needs a boatload of more coffee.
Sunday was relaxed, lazy and filled with rain. I napped with the beasts, read a book, and basically did whatever the hell I wanted, which was in the main, nothing.
So, then why this morning do I wake full of piss and vinegar (as my Aunt Edie used to say). Grrrrring and gritting my teeth and glaring at the world? I want mayhem. I want boiling in oil. I want flaying--flaying is always good and it really pisses people off.
As I said in a friend's LJ this morning.
I.want.fricken'.mayhem.and.grevious.bodily.harm.
The bloodthirsty henchwench, who obviously needs a boatload of more coffee.
