Hate

For the record, I hate when I step off of the elevator onto the second floor and the gentle breeze of passerbys wafts the scent of poo from the private bathroom to my nose. Ugh. It is 7:18 am. You couldn't have been here that long. Why don't you do your business at home before you leave? Good grief! I hope this isn't an omen for the rest of the day.

"The day will go swimmingly. No one will complain about your writing. Time will pass quickly. Class will be great. Before you know it, you'll be stopping at Kroger to buy some chocolate chips. You'll be home with your kitties and you'll be making you and your hubby some puppy chow to replenish the sad sack of crumbs that are currently in the fridge. Yes, the day will pass without any trouble. That $5 you lifted from the candy dish this morning will buy you a double-cheeseburger and fries from McDonald's. You can't go wrong with an all-star lunch like that! You'll re-fuel your car and avoid running out of gas on the way to school. You won't forget to do that, for you only have 14 miles left on what remains in your tank. Today will be a good day. I decree it."--Morning Pep Talk