There's nothing worse than waking up in a bad mood. There's also usually no reason for it, but this morning it was justifable. I mentally itemized the reasons why the day had started off poorly, hoping that compiling a list would soothe my nerves:
1. For this first time in a week, I fell asleep relatively quickly last night (it only took me an hour to fall asleep as opposed to two or three hours) which pleased me greatly. But I woke up from a nightmare about being attacked by iguanas to discover that it was already 10 after 11. I had set my alarm for 9:30 am, planning to get up, phone some people, do some paperwork for my corporate masters, conduct some interviews, and maybe even write a bit. It turns out I accidentally set my alarm for 9:30 PM. Two productive hours of my day already gone to nightmare-filled sleep. Shit. The day had started out badly, and I hadn't even known it because I hadn't been concious.
2. There was no mail for me. No bills, no handwritten letters, not even an envelope from my mom containing Cold Lake marriage and birth announcements clipped from the local newspaper (I love these packages from my mom- my favourite was the time she sent me the court bulletin about my ex-boyfriend being sentenced for stealing a car, a Playboy, and a pack of 70 cent gum. . .they serve as constant reminders of where I come from). Nothing. I hate it when I don't get mail.
3. Because I had slept in, my journalism assignment, which should have been slipped under my professor's door before 10am was already a "day" late.
And then there was reason #4, which was entirely my fault:
Sitting down to watch Project Runway (the one television show I religiously view weekly- this is what happens when you live with fashion students), I laid out the decidedly feminine chunks of plastic, the little container of glue, and the emery board in front of me, and set to work.
This is not the way to start a day.
Writing the list hadn't made me feel better, but I knew what would:
I felt slightly better, but something still wasn't quite right. Determined to no longer be grumpy, I went to HMV and spent my entire paycheque on the strangest assortment of CDs I could find: Born Ruffians, Paul Simon (Graceland), Citizen Cope (Every Waking Moment), Mastiyahu and the Best of Bon Jovi.
There had to be a solution. I was determined to be in a good mood.
It was time for a visit to my friend Robbie. He would have an answer to my problems.
You're not an old lady yet.
No, I'm not old yet.
I chased the pigeons all over the park, until I was laughing so hard that water was coming out of the corners of my eyes.
Today, I love life. Today I remembered that I only need my own company to make myself laugh so hard that I cry.
And today, I realized that I'm going to be a fantastic bird lady someday.