bad mood, actually

Fresh hot coffee

Spilled everywhere 

All over the notes, etc. 

and I really wanted that cofeve. 

Crappy sleep. 

People coming in 

All hours of the night 

On weekends. 

People eating full sugar cheesecake 

In front of  me. 

And they make smacking and chewing noises 

Which is double (or triple) the angst. 

Then I remembered 

It’s Mother’s Day. 

And the anniversary 

Of my moms death. 

She died on Mother’s Day. 

Which, that year was on a Sunday. 

That’s only happened twice since 2002. 

I was probably in a bad mood then, too 

Dear Large Marge. 

I miss her! 

I think she would be glad to know me now. 

I’m past my “angry phase” in life. 

Which coincided with the “fat phase”! 

Now. Off to find some more coffee 

And restart the day.