Moody Meow

Had a manic snap last night that kept me up until 3.
This means I didn’t sleep.
Still haven’t done much research for my 20 page thesis paper.
Have a story due by friday.
I hate insurance companies, even my own because we - the honest guys - are paying in time, tears and sweat because our insurance company isn’t sure the damage to the back of the car is from the accident.
I think insurance fraud is reprehensible.
I want to hit something.
I don’t want to hit another car, however.
I really want to go riding.
If the dogs don’t cheer me up on my run I am going to find the nearest Saturn owner and kick them in the shins.
G-mail chatty thing is saving me right now.
Care packages make my world go around
(I am trying to think happy thoughts)
I can’t really run because my hip still hurts from the accident.
If I don’t run or bike then I am going to hurt someone or myself.
I think that running is better for everyone.
I should go to the master class tonight and listen to the poet-chik speak, but instead I am going to work on my story.
I almost like it.
It’s unlike anything else I’ve written.
It includes a barn.
I like barns.

I think I will go eat my salad and see if some spinach and tea make me feel better. Hope your day isn’t as shit-tastic as mine.