Venting Some Steam

Fatuous nincompoop!

If you haven't seen Lincoln, I'd definitely recommend it. I got to see it yesterday with a friend and we both loved it. The language had me totally bewitched. Way back then it was possible to totally insult someone and have it sound quite beautiful.

"Some of us breathe oxygen, and we find the mephitic fumes of his oratory a lethal challenge to our pleural capacities."

Yes, I had to look up the meaning of mephitic (foul-smelling, noxious). But isn't that sentence almost picturesque? I certainly wish politicians would talk more like that these days. It would make politics way more entertaining.

My friend and I decided that this week we would challenge ourselves to use the phrase 'fatuous nincompoop' in the right context sometime this week. I've used it twice today but not totally in the right context. The first was to a tradesman who thought it would be perfectly okay to park me in at the shopping centre and leave his car unattended. I was unimpressed - unimpressed enough to mutter my new favourite-est insult at him under my breath (I haven't quite worked my way up to saying it aloud). Admittedly he wasn't fatuous just self-serving and inconsiderate but the insult felt good rolling off my tongue - good enough to repeat again when some other fatuous nincompoop tried to reverse into my car. Okay, again not fatuous. Maybe just short-sighted or impatient.

You might have picked up a little of my mood today. Not happy Jan! 

It's raining AGAIN! It rained a couple of days last week and it didn't worry me too much. It rained about a month ago - heavily - and again I didn't worry about it too much. Today, though, I've had enough. I'm sick of the washing not drying. I'm sick of wet dog paw prints through the house. I'm sick of sitting on the couch and having it feel dank. I'm sick of watching the mould grow. And I'm sick of trying to get my runners dry and that lovely aroma that emanates from them.

Most of all I'm annoyed with myself for NOT running today. In a weak moment  (at about 3am) I emerged from my sleep enough to hear the rain still bucketing down (and this is through my anti-snore, marriage-saving ear plugs) and I turned off my alarm. I don't always make the right decision at 3am in the morning and I've been cranky about it ever since. 

And it's made worse because I missed my long run on Saturday. I've had a minor relapse with my recovery. It's not dreadful and not unexpected. On the Yaz/Yasmin forum I was warned that it would happen for at least a year. It's about 4 weeks since I had the last one and it lasted about a week so I'm expecting to start feeling better by the middle of this week. But missing two runs in a row and feeling 'off' makes me cranky too.

So while I'm feeling like this I'm going to let it all hang out and just vent my spleen. I'm annoyed that the paper person didn't totally wrap my paper and it ended up sodden and unreadable - had to buy another to do the sudoku. I'm cranky with myself for forgetting to take my water bottle to the shops this morning. Not impressed that I spent ten minutes drying my hair only to have it go totally limp because of the humidity.

Not happy either - a little bit of rain and I can't do a thing with my ear hair. 

 Not happy that two wet dogs ended up napping on my bed and I won't be able to wash the doona cover for most of this week. 

I was particularly unimpressed that I had a canine companion do my stretches with me, especially when he finished his session by shaking his wet self all over me.

And then I had to put up with him giving me the pathetic why-won't-you-take-me-for-a-walk-and-why-don't-you-want-a-cuddle look. Yep, that made me cranky too.

I still don't see why we can't go out

The only thing I'm not cranky about is the cake I made on Saturday.

 No, it's not for anything special. I just made it as a tease for one of the squad members who set me a challenge. Is it wrong that being mean is the only thing making me smile today?

I'd say that I should stay away from sharp implements today but I have to work and work involves the use of needles, pins and scissors. And I'm sure that if I was pushed enough I could do a bit of damage with an HB pencil, sharp or blunt. Maybe I should just put a 'Beware of Rabid Dog' sign on my workroom door and hope people take the hint.

So now I've got it all off my chest, it's your turn. What's made you cranky today? Vent away!!