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I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and it hasn't gotten any better yet. I hope it does, because I've got too much stuff I don't particularly like doing to do this morning, and being grumpy to begin with really won't help. (And my ribs are sore, because I was stiff, and tweaked something in the process of trying to stretch it out.)

It also doesn't really help that I seem to be on the wrong side of my bank account, again, just when I thought everything was going well. I don't know where I made the mistake, either. If my federal or MA tax refunds don't show up in the next week and a half, I won't have rent, because I don't get paid again until March 2. (Damn February for being short!)

It's Friday, but GROWF.

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I wish somebody could promise me that when I wake up tomorrow morning, things will be better.