Muse

I woke in a grouchy mood, which isn't me.  I went to bed in an even worse mood, but that was more of an depressed/sad and want to read a book and eat Arby's food all night mood.  This morning I woke insanely early because my stupid foot is THROBBING.  It is hurting more this morning than any other day since the intial pain-fest.  So I hop on the 'puter to make my sports picks for tomorrows games, but nothing is leaping out at me, which sucks.  I thought I'd research the teams, maybe learn something.  Firing the 'ol synapses also perks me up.  But no.  Still in a lame ass mood.

Well Muse came on the Sirius radio and I'm am almost in a better mood.  It more of acknowledging an attempt may be made in the next three and a half hours to perk myself up.  Like a light at the end of a 374km tunnel.  It's there.  It's just gonna take a long time to get there.  I may have to go buy myself a new set of really nice sheets to cheer myself up, 'cause the divine ones know I ain't buying high-heeled beautiful stilletos anytime soon.  Ironically, I purchased two new pair of insanely high and deliciously gorgeous shoes the day before I sprained my ankle.  I look at fondly with a touch of grief everytime I open my closet.  The are prominently displayed.  One day.  One day.

I wonder if Arby's a) has breakfast and b) delivers.  I'm thinking not, I may have to settle for meusli.

Oh and thank you Muse for the perk.