I feel like today should have been a lot worse than it actually was. It's, well, disconcerting, really. I slept horribly last night and while I didn't have bad dreams I did have full on work-anxiety dreams and bizarre dreams and the like. I went to bed at 12:30 (Damn you, Harry Potter, and your compelling story!) and woke up at 5:30 and didn't really fall back asleep.
I was prepared to be grumpy.
But I wasn't.
I didn't have my review today (which, frankly, sucks. I mean, I don't think they're going to fire me or anything as it'd be really dumb to keep me on just until my review) and I was busy and had some good sales and all that jazz. I got a quick, efficient and decent manicure after work. I was almost cheery.
I don't understand.
And I kind of dread tomorrow. Because I *did* sleep badly and toss and turn. And I'm *not* all that tired. But I know my body well enough to know that I *will* be and it will probably be tomorrow. And then I'll have me review and be told something asinine and totally minor and will burst into tears or something.
Mother's Day was wonderful and Saturday was wonderful and I, basically, had a really nice weekend with family, friends and food. OMG so much food.
Well, I'm still the bitch of young Mr. Potter and so I am going to go read more. I still have to read Chamber of Secrets and I might read that before I finish Half Blood Prince.
Am I overthinking this? Probably. Does that surprise anyone? I highly doubt it.
*MWAH!*
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