Dwindling Days of Freedom

I'm sitting at work, looking at the most beautiful day I've seen in a long time. It's only 79F outside and that's just the bluest sky. Unfortunately, I'm not enjoying it. I work at a State Park. Maybe the scenery has gotten old, maybe it's because I'm exhausted and all efforts to secure some coffee this morning were thwarted by breaking cups, lack of time, burning hands...etc. May it's because my head is elsewhere and I'm trying to get my hands wrapped around that to get it back down into my subconscious where it might not do me any good, but will cease to be this annoying. Perhaps I am just cynical and am thinking "It's not gonna last, the rain will be here later."

I lose my freedom tomorrow. I've had my entire house to myself since last weekend and those people will be back (probably) tomorrow. I am going to avoid them just a little bit longer by attending a party at beaten_grace 's tomorrow night. It's just in time too because I just dropped $200 (predestined) on clothes yesterday.

Now to get myself to a party....or at least to get myself played. I could care less if it's at a party. I'd prefer...bah..I have no preference. I just need a sound ass-beating. I need an emotional release bigger than need to lose weight.

Or maybe I'm just hormonal...

Or maybe these people need to stop bothering me while I'm trying to rant! <pant pant> Sheesh I am a cranky ole whore today. I need a cookie and some coffee. I guess I'll go make the effort for the coffee part.