I feel like even the facts that it's Friday and payday today are not enough to make up for this miserable morning. I feel I don't really want to be more optimistic about it, either, even if that's what my stupid jerk brain is telling me to do. I feel like my stupid jerk brain can keep its goddamn mouth shut, since it wouldn't quit yammering on and on and on enough last night for me to fall asleep.
[me]bitchslaps her internal monologue and then wraps it in duct-tape and shoves it in a dark closet.