Notes from Underground
I am so cranky, I don't know if it's the weather (7 degrees), or the fact that I had to listen to my dental hygenist for 45 minutes as she described the "stunning" sweatshirts she creates by quilting multi-colored cat fabric onto plain old sweatshirts, or the fact that my CTA card was out of dough & I had to pay $5 for a $1.75 bus ride (didn't have change) or what. Usually when I'm in a bad mood, I try to think of what I'm thankful for, this morning all I could come up with was the Wall St. Journal (it was awesome today, even if I was missing the 4th section). I feel like everyone in the world is stupid except for me; I feel like the guy in Notes from Underground. Don't worry Group, I'll get over it by tomorrow.