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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun has been looking for me all day, But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation. I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am. I wake up at 7:24, glare at the world, and dive back under my pillows. My dog snuggles next to my hip. At 9:12 I get up, bathroom, and patter into the kitchen. I hold the refrigerator door open a long time, settling on biscuits and gravy. They are delicious, but I focus instead on the sausage with freezer burn. Crap! Does nothing go right around here? I am in a bad mood; I am grouchy, and horribly mean to my husband The dog and I hit the bed again with big plops. At 11:21 my eyes pop open. My mind gingerly follows, wondering what mood we're in. I trot into the kitchen, eat two chocolate candies. I am ready to do something. Word games and crime shows have depressed me lately; they are usually my go-tos. Am I in the painting mood? I took the day off for a reason, right? I look at what I'm wearing. Paint cannot hurt my outfit, so I wander into my art studio. I am always in the midst of three paintings. Today is no different. The first six brushes I pick up are awful. I throw them into my paint water. I should have ordered new ones, but I forgot. Mood is waiting, eagerly, ready, hoping....are we mad? Can we stomp and yell? I glare at mood. Who is in control here? The dog runs off, after something. I hear her barking. I smile. Trot into my office. Try to start the computer. It has not been started for nine months, updates keep her busy all day; sure, the week I re-discovered my words. I take a sketchbook and plop down on the couch. The sun is all over me from three giant windows. I feel warm, happy, loved. Thank god for the Sun.
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