The Bloody Doors Off

My temper drew the short straw today.

No trigger. Things just get under my skin more easily.

I’m seriously not trying to lash out at the world beyond, but it’s difficult. My computer was having a memory issue (I’m gonna pimp my ride with an additional 24 gig of RAM, but it has yet to come from the supplier, thank you supply chain issues) and I had an Instacart shopper who couldn’t find prepared shepherd’s pie from Loblaws. Plus, I couldn’t find the base file (yet I had the jpeg) that I’d created two months ago, to use for a new request from a client. Couldn’t find it in my sent folder, and I hadn’t backed up my files in two months.

And I’m juggling laundry, too.

Yeah, it’s fun living in my brain. It’s like a bag of skittles. Each handful is different.