WHERE is the Rapture?

i'm in quite a mood today.

everyone and everything is getting on my nerves.

literally - like, people say "hi Dragonfly!" and i'm annoyed cuz they're bothering me.

i'm in one of those moods where i wish i could just be at home alone and don't feel like interacting today with anyone. one of those moods where not one missed call on the cell will be returned, not even my mother's. matter of fact, let me turn it off altogether. done.

one of those moods where i wish everyone would forget my name for awhile.

i'm not really sure why though...it's not period time, i feel fine physically, nothing has really "happened" per se. i'm just extremely irritable today.

could be because every 5 minutes someone is coming to my desk asking me to do something (no surprises there cuz, duh, i'm at work). but what annoys me is that everyone seems to think their work is so much more urgent than everyone else's. so they don't always respect that i'm in the middle of something and theirs will have to wait.

or maybe it's cuz people like to tell me stuff i already know like "you should go wash your hands...toner on your skin can be toxic." no duh, sherlock - i'm just gonna walk around with black toner all over my hands for the rest of the day. i was on my way to the bathroom before you stepped in my way - mind your beeswax. (LOL, i'm such an evil woman. and no i didn't say that out loud - i just gave my tight-lipped, polite smile and kept on truckin)

and if this one dude comes to me ONE MORE TIME asking if i'm finished with his stuff yet, he may very well receive a laceration or two (haha, j/k, he's like 6'3" 200lbs. he'd break me in half with one swift slap).

but still....dang, can i come up for air?

i just feel like i've been working around the clock lately, not getting out of here until 8 or 9pm some nights. feels like i blink my eyes and bam, it's 6:30am and i'm up doing it all over again.

this cannot be life. it just can't be. work-eat-sleep, work-eat-sleep, fly-by weekend, work- eat-sleep. sometimes barely any time for the eat-sleep part. i know, i know...suck it up Dragonfly, that's a whole heck of a lot of people's stories. i know i'm not special. but man...this cannot be life. this can't be me for the next 30+ years. it just can't be.

this is one of those times where it seems that only profanity could really accurately depict how i'm feeling. too bad i don't curse anymore.

it's gonna be alright...i'm going to relax, relate, release. it's a gorgeous, sunny day.

oh wait...my period is due next week. maybe this is PMS afterall...

i don't care if you think that's TMI. get over it.