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Cranky Pants

For no specific reason I awoke a little cranky today.

Contributing factors may have included:

Tipper Ann insisting on perching on my hip while I was curled up in a fetal position. That doesn't work well for several reasons, including that she is heavy, and that she keeps readjusting so that she doesn't fall off. So nobody really gets any sleep;

GG watching a movie late last night, thinking the sound was down low but really it wasn't and I wasn't in the mood to get up and ask him nicely to turn it down a little so that those of us who had to get up and work today could sleep. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have come off as nice or supportive at that point, so I opted to just not go there;

GG coming into bed around midnight after his movie was over and waking me out of a sound sleep. And waking up Tipper Ann, who, after getting up for a snack, decided that then would be a perfect time to give herself a (loud) tongue bath which took forever if you were me;

GG waking up super early to his alarm (which for fucksake he should have turned off since he didn't have to get up for anything today!), then leaving the bedroom so he wouldn't disturb me, which he already had, but anyway;

GG watching some documentary on a tragic Everest climb (there are so many of these I lose track of the names of each harrowing recount of a climb gone awry)..loudly. Or at least loudly at 615 a.m. Then GG watching a Yosemite documentary in which reckless brave climbers ascend the face of Half Dome, during which he assured me.. 'I don't see myself ever doing the Everest thing, but Yosemite? Half Dome, maybe..with training and stuff.' (And a whole lot more life insurance thankyouverymuch!);

Knowing my office is open today, even though the rest of the free world and all government offices are closed to celebrate a president day thing.  Just for once I'd like to be off for these fake holidays, I really would. No, I don't need a mattress or a new car, which I hear you can get a smokin hot deal on this weekend, but I'd still like to be off that extra day to just relax a little. Or go to a movie...before I hit the books and study for yet another series of quizzes leading into next week's midterms.

Just sayin'.

And now that I look at my list of complaints, it appears there may be a specific cause after all, no?

Perhaps I just need a hug?

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