I have been in a FOUL mood this week. I can’t seem to snap out of it. I really think it’s because of work-related exhaustion/stress … I can’t seem to catch up on anything in my life: sleep, laundry, groceries, my workload at the office. I haven’t cooked in weeks.

This morning I was getting ready to go to work … again … yes, on a Saturday … and things just came to a head. I snapped at Husband, was impatient with ONE, slammed doors and ran around like a mad woman. Our a/c is broken and it’s HOT. I was sweating and pissed off. It was one of those times where I feel like I’m doing everything, I’m too frustrated to ask for help, and I feel overwhelmed. It comes across as general bitchiness.

After I exited the house and got in my car, I saw that Husband had driven it last night and returned it with the gas tank on empty. That little thing just sent me over the edge.

I cried. Then I felt like a big fat wad of pathetic. I was wallowing in misery wondering when and how I was going to manage to snap out of it when something magical happened.

Justin Timberlake.


Sexyback came on the radio. I haven’t heard that song since the last time I worked out with my ipod. And that’s been a L-O-N-G time.

Justin is better than a hearty dose of Prozac. Here he is, waving at me.

Hi, Justin.

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