UGH, you know how it is when you are just SO damn cranky, you’re miserable because you’re so cranky, and you can kind of see that everyone around you is thinking “good god, she is SO cranky, shut up why don’t you.” Yeah, that’s me this morning, and I’m stuck with m’self. Yesterday afternoon, out and about with Will (what a wonderful day we had) I noticed that my throat was starting to hurt and feel all scratchy, and then my eyes felt dry and scratchy, and my whole self felt pretty yicky. Last night I went to sleep around 1, and I woke up at 5 drenched in sweat and feeling gross, so I got up.

I’d promised to make some apple-brown sugar-cinnamon scones this morning, and I wanted to do that – a double batch, so they’ll last a couple of hours. But it was one of those mornings, the kind that degenerates into WILD ASS crankiness, every little thing was wrong, went wrong, went worser and worser, the butter was frozen, I didn’t have cream, the brown sugar was hardCUSS CUSS CUSS CUSS!! Hurl things! Heavy sigh repeatedly! Ugh, I wanted to get away from myself in the worst way. And every single song just irritated the HELL out of me. God, change that one! Tori Amos, change that right away, she always makes me want to kill someone! Not that, change that. It was horrible being me.

But as I was getting outrageously outraged by such piddling little mundane silly things, I thought of Eddie Izzard’s bit about Hitler as an art student:  “…can’t get the fucking trees…damn i will kill everyone in the world!” It made me laugh at myself, and track down the clip for you. This really is one of the best Eddie Izzard bits, along with cake or death. Happy Sunday, Happy Valentine’s Day Eve. Don’t be grumpy if you can help it.