I've been in a shitty, shitty mood all day for no real reason at all. I think it's mostly because I woke up at 7:20 and jumped out of bed because I knew I'd be late to work, and then I wasn't late to work, so I didn't even get the satisfaction that I missed at least fifteen minutes of sitting at this goddamn desk. And I'm still mad (six hours later) that I woke up in the middle of a really good dream where I was in Ghostbusters II as myself and it was toward the end of the movie where everyone is trapped in the museum and Vigo is about to possess Oscar, but he totally opened up that big hard shell over the building so I could go run and pick some stuff from Macy's for him. And then I had just remembered that Ernie Hudson was the black ghostbuster and HE'D help me save the day. I wish I knew how that turned out.
Anyway, I've spent all day doing nothing, since we don't have that much work to do, and then our system was down. I've already watched ten episodes of 30Rock and applied to about fifteen administrative assistant positions on CareerBuilder (jobs that will probably pay better than twelve dollars an hour, but probably not give me the relaxed unprofessional atmosphere that allow me to get away with watching television and applying for jobs all day).
And also, my stomach hurts. So up until about ten minutes ago, I hated everything about today. And life in general.
And then I saw this:
I'm going to be ecstatic for about twenty minutes.