"there is no rope!" screamed the shiv

i'm having one of those bothersome mornings where there's definitely a burr under my spiritual saddle and i can't for the life of me figure out what it is. and i'm not feeling particularly prickly or anything...just kind of vaguely annoyed by...everything, i guess.

maybe it's the email i got from one of the people i interviewed for my apartment. the third one, trying to convince me that he was, in fact, truly homo-friendly (because if you're not, we're not going to have any fun living together) and that he was worried that the answer he'd given to the question had hurt his chances. to be honest, i don't even remember what he said, which means it was a satisfactory answer. the only answer to that question i remember is the lawyer who didn't remove his sunglasses, who said "...it's fine, as long as they don't. you know. make me uncomfortable or hit on me or something."

or maybe it's that the current roommate is being a bit of a brat, as though it's my fault that things are about to get complicated with the rehanding of money at all. like i'm the one who's leaving and making everything difficult. or perhaps i'm just really annoyed by his current addiction to dieting and propensity to describe the hours he spends running up and down the stairs in prospect park as "amazing."

maybe it's that my landlord asked me out to dinner yesterday, since i'm "no longer seeing that english guy."

maybe it's that "that english guy" is coming to town in two weeks. the same weekend that the changing of the roommate guard occurs. won't that be fun.

maybe it's that i'm here, at work, where i am subject to such delights as sally sue and her current monologue about natural contraception and how it just seems wrong to subject our bodies to pharmaceuticals for that purpose (hot on the heels of yesterday's "i don't really go out. i think people who go out drinking are kind of boring. i mean, have some imagination." funny, after that statement, i'd say the same thing to her. but that is neither here nor there), and they're ripping up the street they just finished laying down last week. again. noisily and in large chunks.

maybe it's that i forgot my damn cd's this morning, which i fully intended to post. this means a trip to the van brunt post office of doom hell tomorrow.

maybe it's the damn courier who comes in to the office twice a day and terrifies the living bejeezus out of me each time.

ah, hell. maybe it's just the phase of the moon.

mmph. but this too shall pass. hopefully by the end of the hour.

time for some serious guilty pleasure music. nothing brings cheer like a cheesy ass cd.