Written Friday night…
Today sucked big green Twinkies.

Started off all wrong with a technical hiccup that was behind the scenes but totally my bad, which makes me feel like shit. Continued with a client meeting and rush rush rushing out for an adventure I arranged for my team.

Ruth’s Chris and the aquarium can’t be all bad, unless all you really want to do is go home, close the drapes, crawl up in the fetal position and suck your thumb.

I’m a control freak and today - I had none.

I got in the Jeep after the aquarium to find that the A/C I rarely use was no longer functional. As luck would have it, I’d run it before I dropped her off for the new stereo, so I’m trying to figure out how the fuckos managed to screw that up while crawling around inside my dashboard. Thanks for that. Atlanta in July with no option for A/C. Awesome.

Try to decompress and get some work done and the phone rings 6 times in a 2 hour window plus a bonus knock on the door. I love everyone who contacted me, and I didn’t have to answer the phone (but did, because you never know…) and am in turn solely responsible for my precious little “down time” being pissed away.

Then to the car to head to The Mc’s only to sit in traffic with thanks to the Bravos and the Mets. Traffic you’re stuck in b/c you’re already *on* the fracking on-ramp.

A call to Julie to check on her and Ely helped me to readjust but in the end all I needed was a glass of wine and a bath - which I got - because I have the best boyfriend ever.

Still cranky? Yes, thank you for asking. I recommend staying at least 50 yards, lest you be riddled with debris when my head finally does explode.