Dreary

I'm in a mood. Cranky. I should be cleaning house. I've got a headache. I finally got a ticket to NYC, now trying to find a hotel . . . Dreading the next week. Flipping channels between my soap, Maury, and a campy period-piece episode of Magnum P.I. Wishing i could just blink or wiggle my nose and this place would be sparkling clean. Calgon, take me away.