Having one of those days. I should be vacuuming, but the thought of wrestling with the vacuum cleaner is making me grumpier than I already am. Then again not vacuuming is probably going to make me grumpy too. Sadly it’s a tie between the two, so instead I find myself staring at ereader.com trying to find something to read while I spend many uncomfortable hours stuck in a bus on the way to Sydney tomorrow.

Also feeling horribly chubby, despite knowing intellectually that the Wii Fit is having an effect even if it is very slight, because I’m at that annoying stage of not really needing to lose a lot of weight, but for some reason that’s the very point that the human body decides that it absolutely can not do without that extra saggy fat around your middle. After all, what if there was a really terrible winter with no polar bears to eat? Apparently I’ll be thanking my body for holding on to that chubbiness.

To top it all off I made the unfortunate mistake of watching "Love in the time of cholera" while ironing this morning. (Don’t feel like using links today btw. Google is your friend after all). I was curious about it because I love the movie "Serendipity" and the book is almost it’s own character in the movie. Now, I don’t know about the book, but the movie version of it was absolutely awful. It felt so disjointed, the heroine was this annoying girl who everybody praised as a great beauty yet somehow came across as flat and not remotely beautiful, the attempts at making people old with the use of makeup was just awful, the hero came across as obsessive, creepy, stalkerish and a little mentally handicapped, and last but not least: old people sex. I know I’m going to be old one day and I’m no longer young enough to believe that the elderly never have sex, but I really, really do not need to see young people pretending to be old people having sex. Instead of "awww, how romantic" all I could think of was unflattering comparisons to tortoises going at it. I don’t even know when I’ve seen tortoises mating to bring that image to mind, but I’m sure there was a documentary somewhere that fimed it. Documentaries are notorious for not allowing animals any privacy. So suffice to say that "Love in the Time of Cholera" as a movie really did not appeal. Bad movies can put me in a pretty weird mood so I wasn’t off to a good start I guess.

Perhaps I’m really just tired. For some reason Kali was pretty restless last night and I kept waking up because she wanted under the blankets, then out from under the blankets, then trying to sleep with her backside right in my face seemed like a good idea to her etc etc. It felt like I was only snatching 5 minutes of sleep at a time and I often have bouts of insomnia anyway. I made a half-hearted attempt at sleeping in which I didn’t pull of very successfully so all that happened was that I started the day later than I wanted.

All in all, I’m feeling grumpy and knowing that these are all tiny little things and I’ve really got nothing to complain about is making me grumpier. Like you need a really good reason to be grumpy. The very word "grumpy" has never felt like it should be conveying real anger or unhappiness with a bad situation. Nope, it’s just general grumpiness over usually nothing but a pointless bad mood. Which let’s face it is probably brought on by stupid female hormones. If I was still living with my parents my mother would probably be counting on the calendar right now to see if my period was due. Doesn’t that just make it worse? Being a victim of the chemicals in your body and suspecting that that’s the only problem but damned if you can do anything about it.

Meh, screw the vacuuming. It’s a little late in the day for it, but I should probably just embrace the grumpiness instead of fighting it. I’ll probably get over it sooner that way.

/grumble /whine

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