"That should be on a t-shirt."
That was a part of a conversation between me and my fabu IT guy John while we were getting mochas this morning after I was explaining that I was in a really foul mood and it was lucky that I had not killed anyone yet. I was settling for a mocha instead. (Reminds me a little bit of Eddie Izzard's 'Death or Cake?' routine.)
However, the universe is doing its best to yank me out of this horribly grumpy mood:
Oh, yeah. Warning to everyone: My moods are all over the place. From *stabbity* to *cuddly* to *killmaimdestroy* to *loveme?* in about a five minute period of time. Sounds a lot like my cat. I apologize in advance if I snap at you.