I need to vent

I'm in a bitchy mood. I really can't help it. This day is just turning into something I really don't like, and frankly, my boyfriend and mom shouldn't have to suffer alone when I need to vent. Thanks readers, yall are real pals.

^ probably how yall will feel after reading this post.

It all started around 4am this morning when I kept having anxiety dreams about work. (Side note: G is out of town for work and when he is out of town, I sleep at his house because it's easier to take care of his dog there than my apartment. Plus it doesn't hurt that he lives 5 minutes from my office. So needless to say, I was excited to sleep in for a bit.) Anywho... back to the dreams. If you've never experienced one, you're really damn lucky. They're usually dreams about the stupidest crap, but you feel scared, anxious, angry, whatever in them. And for me at least, they seem to play over and over again and I can't dream about anything else. That equals a terrible night's sleep. Getting to sleep in a bit meant nothing. So needless to say, I am le tired.

I forgot to pack breakfast, so I stopped and got donuts. I don't even need a reason to justify my donut buying. They're delicious and it's important to indulge when you want, and damn it, I wanted to.

And since I was on such a sugar high, my brain turned to mush and made me forgot my work laptop at G's house. Naturally, I didn't realize until I got to work. Turnnnnn back around.

And now I'm late for work.

This next story is extremely petty and I know I sound like a brat, but I don't care. This is my blog and I can write whatever I want. We have a realllly big account at work that is demanding a crazy project to be finished in one month. I literally have to dedicate 3/4 of my day to this project. Working at an agency makes this prettty damn hard. I feel like I'm being pushed really hard here, especially when I'm in the process of being transferred into my new role (did I mention I got a promotion?). Anywho, I know this project will be a huge success, but the hours I'll be devoting to it really suck. I should be grateful that I have a great job at a successful agency, but girlfriend needs a drink after works just about every day.

Next item on the list: Graham is out of town. I don't like it. I miss him.

Also... it's really damn cold out.

That's all. I feel much better, now that that's off my chest.