it's (not!) gonna be a good day!

shit fuck - those were the first words I said today and they were directed at finn's alarm clock.
it's not that her alarm clock isn't adorable. it can flash in different colors and all that adorable nonsense. but its alarm sound has the ability to scare the living hell out of me. especially so if I haven't really been sleeping well because I've been worried about finn who has stomach problems. unfortunately the gf was the one next to me when the evil alarm clock tried to attack me - and also she's the one who set it on half past 6, then turned it off and went back to sleep - so, very unfortunately, I apparently screamed at finn (that's how she puts it, I put it down to the shock I suffered from the evil sound surrounding me ;)

since I couldn't go back to sleep because me heart was pumping like crazy, I decided to go work out. I remembered something about the centre being open from 7 a.m. Now I know they're not. grrr... angry me walked back home, changed into running shoes and went for a run. and I HATE running. after 10 minutes I'm usually bored to oblivion and force myself to do another 5 minutes before I return home. Had a shower and crawled back into bed for another half hour. and when we had breakfast I started to cry. just like that. fucking hormones...

and now I've already done an interview and am currently at work, forced to make a story out of something that isn't a story anymore because all other papers ran it yesterday. uaaaah!
and all this is why today doesn't like me and I don't like today. hrmpf.