I smacked the shit...

...out of my dinner last night. What a great stress reliever! I was beating my steak with a meat tenderizer and it was going really well, until I hit the plate by mistake. I broke the edge off and sliced my finger open in the process. It's cut open on the top of my finger where my index finger bends.
Do you have any idea how irritating this is? Everytime I bend my finger I open it up again! So sore.
Oh woah is me!

Is it possible to still be recovering from the weekend? I am exhausted and with the week I have in store for myself, I am suffering. It's only Tuesday. Why is it that when you need weeks to fly by they wont.
Unfair.
I'm having a real bitch session and whinge session. I'm a complainer today. There's no real reason. I just feel like it....because I can.
I know it's really annoying to read, but tough shit. I feel like throwing a tantrum.

The man and I are trying to clear out the garage. It puts me in a mood...hmmm...maybe this has got something to do with why I'm bitching today. I can't handle seeing spiders, feeling their spider webs cling to my fingers and sneezing every 30 seconds from the dust. I can't believe how quickly our garage became so messy. It started off as: "Oh shit, we have some people coming around in 10 minutes. We need to put all these magazines and general mess somewhere....the garage...Go, go, go!!!"
It was so easy to do that, that we are now sitting with a garage full of stuff we need, but don't have place for. Ok, we don't really need stuff, but the truth is we're hoarders. Dangerous combination.
We have both decided to get big black bags and be ruthless. Admittedly, we totally suck at this, but we're getting there.
Slowly.

Wow...aren't you glad you read this post? Probably the most enlightening, positive and interesting post all day! Dude!