Scuttled

I have a new standard for “bad day,” a day so bad that you don’t even feel like talking like a pirate on Talk Like A Pirate Day . . .

I Mean “Darrrrrrn It”

So I woke up this morning in a foul mood.  In a backhanded sense, this was a good thing, because it meant I was in the perfect mood to elaborate on a rather bitter little thought I had last night.

Then I realized today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Well . . . I don’t care.  I’m not getting sidetracked, and this fact is not going to improve my mood or make me feel any less like screaming after the day I had yesterday.  In fact, I’m going to scream right now just to prove that point.

*deep breath*  Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

*blinks*

Damn it.