In which everything is annoying.

Based on, I don't know, various things floating around the internets, I watched the series premiere of Smith last night, which I had thought was going to be fun and clever capers. Instead it was boring, and I wandered off about 10 minutes before the end of the episode. I'll stick with Hustle.

The power went off again last night (technically this morning, since it was just after 5am). I've never lived anywhere that had such a tenuous relationship with electricity. And mostly it seems to go off at night, which means that I don't wake up in the morning. I was on the edge of awake when it shut off, oddly enough - or maybe I woke up from the unsound of the fan and the humidifier - but at least that meant I could check that my back-up alarm was set, so I actually got up as normal. Which is good, because I don't think my boss believes me anymore when I say that the power went out. It's turned into the dog ate my homework excuse.

Really, though, I should have just stayed home, because I have been cranky mcbitchpants all morning. Mostly in my head, but it's definitely coming through, because people have started avoiding me. I like to pretend I have one of those black clouds following me around. I tried to tamp down the blues with a pumpkin spice latte at lunch, but that just left me with a sugar headache and a burnt tongue. Yar.

And now, meeting. Huzzah.