I don't know why. It's been an easy day but every call has been rough. It started my bad mood. Then I got hungry. Then I had to make a suicidal run toward down town to get my new glasses. They haven't settled in my head yet so now they're giving me a mild headache. I had to stop and get gas. Since I only had a few minutes to get food, I had no choice but to grab some gas station food to put in my stomach. Now it seems I am itching periodically. I fear I am having an allergic reaction toward the eggrolls I ate in the parking lot of the gas station. This is sticking me in, what's known as a T00-RYE-AY mood. I suppose I could explain what it means.
But If I tell you, I'll have tequila. :)
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