Bleck.

It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, it is a weekend and for whatever reason I am pissed off and irritable.  I am tubby grumpkins. 

I totally shouldn't be.  The sex these past few days has been out of this world amazing, my husband is incredible, my friends are fabulous, I'm trying to get a handle on my financial sitch, and there is so much to be grateful for.

But right now I am so glum and irritated and bitchy!

Whatever.

This is a stupid blog post.  

I wrote today and it is only so-so.  And the mood in that piece was tense and irritable.  I wonder sometimes if I get too into it and absorb, like a sponge, the mood of whatever I'm writing.  I get turned on often enough while writing the sexy bits--it only stands to reason that I would shift moods with the story when it turns tense or sad or angry, right?

Sigh.  Huff.  Tisk. grumble.

Now aaron is mad at me because of my irrational irritability.  He's being all sweet as pie and I am being a raging bitch.

What the fuck ever. 

I have to go.