Rainy days and Mondays

You know that song that American Idol played every 10 seconds last season? That obnoxious 'had a bad day' piece of tripe? That is totally my day today. Sucktagious.

Woke up from a restless night with a big headache and my back was screaming bloody murder. Tried to take the dog out and it was pouring down rain. Left for work late and like the silly ass I am took the wrong direction on the parkway. Then some dim bulb of a person was blocking the door to the library and despite my repeated near topplings from having to step around her didn't bother to move. And it was still raining-so my first trip out to the book drop with the wrong set of keys got me wet and the second trip with the right keys did not succeed in drying me off. Nearly dropped a bucket of books of the lump on the steps but she didn't even move a little to the side to make my life easy.
Before doing anything else I made myself a nice cuppa. Tea. That's the answer-fucking tea. Which I promptly knocked over and spilt. All composure gone at this point I just swore for a few seconds and stomped around the building as if that would somehow fix my problem. It just made my head hurt more.
The day calmed down for a bit and I was enjoying the adventures of Bertie, his right hand man Jeeves, Gussie, Stinker Pinker, Stiffy and Madelyn Bassett. A delightful paliative is the world of Wodehouse. Takes the mind right off the pounding in the temples.
That is until the screaming children from the local church came in for tutoring and study sessions. I've studied a lot in my time and it never was as loud as those children manage to be. And the manners! Augh, I know they're kids and they really are no worse than any other colletion of underage beasts but they were taking me away from my visit to Totleigh on the Wold and reminding me of my headache.
Ahh-but all was well when the event came to an end and I made my way home to see that my tape of House was running smoothly. I finished dinner, whipped up a batch of comfort brownies and waited until 2 after 8 before touching the VCR-so as to make certain I had not missed important detail.
Do I ever need to say it? The bleeding tape cut out right as House was solving the problem and I didn't get to see the important House/Wilson scene! I am so pissed off right now! Son of a Bitch! GodDAMmit!
My head hurts.