Okay, the grouchiness passed. Mostly.

It usually does if I stop and be really rude about someone or something.

For instance, after I finished being rude on that meme earlier, I punished all of my co-workers for not passing the proposed text of a postcard mailing past me before they finalized it. There were, IIRC, six words I let pass without comment or complaint, three of which were the name of the company. The rest of them I objected to for various sound reasons.

At the same time, it's a gray, cool day here in Colorado and I feel strongly that it's going to be a Six Shot Day (espresso shots), and I might need a second trip to Starbucks. Also, that's a good way to kill 15 minutes and I've been digging out old invoices for a while and now I'm bored of that whole project.

I talked, in an earlier post, in a casual way about making sketches to prep for a full landscape. Ever since I typed that, my brain has been split between picturing me dashing off a few charcoal studies with aplomb and a more realistic picture of me struggling and measuring and erasing and getting covered to the elbows in charcoal, ruining half a pad of paper, then finally giving up, finding a photograph online, and sitting down to try and painstakingly recreate it. I'm an "artist" like I'm a "writer" which is to say...not. I'm a copyist. Had McSwain! never written that handful of delightfully absurd XF stories, for instance, I'd never have thought of pairing Grumpy Skinner with Lunatic Mulder and standing back to see the fallout.

What I'm trying to say is that I do not originate things. I acquire them from other sources.

Anyhow. Bored of that subject now.

I just had A Little Moment when the realization that I entirely suck on every level came over me. I gripped the arms of my chair until it passed which it did very soon. Still. Another interval like that one and I'll have to install a seatbelt.

It's the Impending Unemployment. It's been starting to get to me this week.

I had two Interludes and a Moment yesterday, all of which I muscled through and none of which I enjoyed. At the moment I'm e-mailing with the R.C. about how strictly I'm going to stay on my diet this week with one hand while I'm stuffing junk food into my mouth with the other hand and I'm well aware that there's a bit of Clause Confusion going on in this sentence but it's hard to do grammar with one hand and I'm afraid if I stop eating I'll do something worse.

Since I didn't bring my charcoal or sketchpad (and since there are men currently jackhammering into rubble the side of the building I wanted to sketch), I guess I'll try the application of a turkey sandwich to my mood and see if that helps.

I sure wish I could figure out if Starbucks nutrition information on their sandwiches includes the calories and fat in the separately packaged dressing or not. (The Turkey and Harvarti with cucumbers is really delicious without any dressing at all but I do wonder, because of the fat calories on the label. Am I eliminating that 5 grams of saturated fat by not eating the mayonnaise?) (Not that it's that important, I guess, considering that I only eat half of it at a time anyhow.)

And then, Buehler's I-Dog arrived and I had to spend 40 minutes unpacking it and getting it up and running, and now I'm more cheerful.