ARGH!!

Today is Friday right before a three day weekend and I should be totally elated; I'm not. I'm frickin' crabby pants. I'm not exactly sure where it all started but I think it was last night when I was trying to give myself a french manicure...

Let me set the stage by backing up a touch. I used to be a daily nail biter. Disgusting, I know. But that is just how it has been for almost 20+ years of my life. I'm not sure what age I was when I started but I can imagine I was pretty young). Two weeks ago I quit; I am just totally tired of stubby, jagged, crooked ugly nail beds and I hate wearing acrylics. I think they look trashy. Well not always and not on everybody but certainly on me since they have to make them super thick because I have no nail (I must be really crabby, I am irritated just telling this story). so anyways here I am with some nails that aren't too bad looking. I thought I would try my hand at prettying them up by doing the whole french manicure thing. I had all the right equipment, the white polish, the pink polish, and those little half moon sticky strips that are supposed to make it look all professional even though it was done by an amateur like me. So I did all the prep work that a manicure entails and I taped of the tips of my nails with those little strippy things and got down to painting. It was so easy...it seemed nearly impossible to screw it up. I painted all my tips and then set about letting them dry before I removed the strips as per the direction. Well, after like 15 minutes they still weren't totally dry. What the hell? It is not like I painted it super thick or anything. Then I noticed that the strips had started to curl up and not stay in place on my nail so when I removed the strips, the white polish had leaked down underneath it. And the white polish was nasty! It was like using white out to paint your nails. There was nothing smooth and creamy about it. It was tacky and gummy. I got out the polish remover, took everything off and started over taking great care to make sure the strips were really stuck in place preventing all leakage. I even let them dry for like 30 minutes this time. SAME DAMN THING! I was so fricking pissed off. That was a huge waste of my time. So yes, I think my pissy mood started here.

After the manicure fiasco, I decided I was throwing in the towel and going to bed. I turned on the TV (I have to sleep with it on when Casey is not home) and of course there was nothing on. TV is such a waste anyhow. There is hardly anything good on ever and yet I always have it on so I don't feel alone. I couldn't get comfortable so I tossed and turned, tried to read my book, tried to sleep, tried reading again, and so on and so forth. Nothing worked and I was up until midnight or so. Once I fell asleep, I couldn't seem to stay asleep. I kept waking up and repeating the tossing and turning. When I finally did role out of bed this morning, I discovered that I was out of coffee. That pretty much set me over the edge and I threw a full on temper tantrum with my cat as a witness. My morning continued with me not finding anything to wear that made me happy and so I had to settle. I couldn't manage to get out the house in time to stop and get some coffee so here I am, not caffeine, not enough sleep and pissed off at the world.