I've been up since 5:45, when my alarm rudely cut into my super weird dream about black widows. Now...according to experienceproject.com's section on dreams:

WTF, dream lady. I'll have you know I dreamt this on a night I didn't even drink. So...you lose.
And so because the thought of canceling on K for our morning walk TWICE in two days guilted me into getting out of the warm, comfy bed next to the warm, comfy man, I got my ass up and braced the 49 degree weather. I'm not going to lie...the promise of my forthcoming weekly Starbucks was what got me through it.
But of course, the 'bucks drive thru had about 54 cars in it, so I hit the one inside the Vons by work instead. And there, my giddy starbucks/friday/happy dance was met by a new barista...and this:
Pammy: Can I get a Venti Skinny London Fog?
Barista: (makes super omg, groooosssss face)
Pammy:...what...it's good...
Barista: (pursed lips) I don't like them.
I'm...sorry? WTF, Starbucks lady. Just make my damn drink. London Fogs (English Breakfast tea latte with vanilla syrup) are freaking delicious, ok? So...you lose.
People are killing me today. As is Firefox, which has updated FIVE times in the past two days. WTF, Mozilla? Can't get it right? Knock it off, I'm trying to write...I mean...work...here. Just to be clear...you lose.
It's possible I have a bad attitude today. So yes, I'll ask myself...WTF, lady? Get your chonies out of the knot they're apparently in.
Take that, dream lady.
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