I'm still grouchy.
I don't feel well. My throat is scratchy. I'm tired. My head hurts. WAHHHH.
These are not "real" problems in that it's not life threatening, but they're problems none-the-less. I've decided to scrap the good attitude and mope for a little while instead. Tessa is curled up watching Clifford, happy. I ordered take-out for dinner. It's going to take more than some cute birds in my yard to break me out of my funk.
Hopefully, a good night's sleep and a return to health in the morning will do the trick. Until then, I'm whining.
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