This is a random thought, but why in the world would you ever have your nickname be BJ? Just sayin’.

Ugh. I hate Sundays. Hate. Hate. Hate. I feel like crawling under the covers and staying there. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be left alone to wallow in my grumpiness.

Phew. Mission accomplished. For the most part. And I got work done. Actual work.

Totally rare.