Speaking of waking up on the wrong side of the bed, man am I ever irritable today. Perhaps it is because I had a super long day yesterday and didn't have time to eat a real meal. Or maybe because I forced myself out of my cozy bed this morning to look at a shitty apartment with a midget-proportioned kitchen and bathroom. Maybe it was the annoying hag behind me at the grocery store who was scrutinizing whether or not my purchases exceeded the 1-16 items limit.
Anyhoo, I must will myself to cheer-up so I can have a grand time eating and drinking with my peeps tonight. Maite is in town from Italy for a few weeks and we have all been too busy to hang out lately....the stars are aligned.
Speaking of beds, let me share with you an inspiring and metaphorical dream I had during the stressful months of opening my business.
I woke up one morning to find that my bed was on the open edge of an impossibly tall skyscraper. I panicked at first, realizing that I could have fallen to my death while sleeping. Than I thought to myself, I have never once fallen off my bed, so why should I be afraid now?
Fear is irrational and you must trust in yourself.
Wax on, wax fucking off.