Shut up. I know what you're saying, that you already knew that.
Go soak your head.
I might possibly be in a bad mood. What? What do you mean how can I tell?
My two best friends on the planet, Lola and Buddha BOTH canceled on me for dinner plans on Friday. BOTH OF THEM. Yes, my two
best former friends!
And I really needed friends on Friday because I had just found out that I had been put on the B team for a volleyball tournament on Saturday. You can imagine how well I took that....let me enlighten you,
I cried in my car all the way home, it sounded like this,
"blubber blubber blubber B TEAM blubber blubber blubber GETTING OLDER blubber blubber blubber GETTING FATTER blubber blubber blubber I CAN STILL KICK YOUR ASS (shaking fist at gods of volleyball)"
Then Saturday I played in that tournament (a charity tournament, ahem) with a fake smile plastered on my face to try and convince people that I am, in fact, a good sport. WHICH I CLEARLY AM NOT blubber blubber blubber.
Then Sunday when I should have been doing laundry I laid around and convalesced from the volleyball which made my entire body feel like a bruise. In fact, even as I lay here in bed tapping this message out to you I am in such excruciating (physical and emotional) pain that I can barely blubber.
This weekend was hard, tomorrow will be better (props to Lily's Purple Plastic Purse by Kevin Henkes).