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Captain Cranky Pants

Last night, I went to bed fairly early, mostly because I was tired but mainly because I was sick of being cranky.

I left work cranky, not for any particular reason just the general annoyance with listening to people whine and bitch at me all day long.

I went home to watch tv, and Wednesday night tv sucks for me, so this made me more cranky.

I talked to one of my four friends in Memphis and he reminded me of how much my social and personal life suck so that made me even more cranky.

I figured if I went to bed, I could wake up today and be less cranky.

I fell into a nice sleep and slept well, until a strange dream woke me up around 5am. I had this dream where I walked to a rather average size room and the only people in it were men who met one of the following categories:
a. someone I dated
b. someone I was infatuated with and wanted to date but wouldn't give me the time of day
c. someone I have a current infatuation with but could never date because I'd lose my job

Talk about weird. I don't really know what the point of this gathering was. I was too freaked out I think by the sight of the many males who have repeatedly rejected me over the years that I forced myself awake so as to avoid any REM-drama.

Let's just say, I woke up today feeling cranky.

Another year to wait...

The Phillies were eliminated yesterday from post-season play, thanks to wins by the Dodgers and the Padres. I am slightly devastated, I won't lie. I really thought this would be the year the Phillies would break the 13 year drought and actually make the playoffs. But, sadly, they fell short and I'll have to wait another year to see if playoff hopes will become reality.

I guess I'll have to root for the Detroit Tigers, thanks to the fact that I dislike and/or strongly despise every other team who will make the playoffs.

Sadly, this isn't how I hoped October would start.