Sometimes you just need a nap. And a lovey.

Thank you all for your kind words of concern after my rant yesterday.  Ummmm, apparently, once I get my dander up I tend to be, errrr, vocal.

(Oh "apparently", my foot!  We all know it's true!)

Today, the computer seems to be perfectly healthy.  The fact that I shelled out the money for Norton....jury's still out - since Norton couldn't find anything wrong with the computer.....but we'll see if it was worth it if we have no further problems. (oh please God! No more problems!!)

If any of you were on Twitter last night, then you were able to witness me rambling on and on to myself in an aimless fashion as I was trying to breathe fresh life into the computer (which really needs name, but I've yet to find one suitable - so if you've suggestions, please feel free to share.  Because between you and me, it's really hard to rant at a piece of machinery that doesn't have a name.  It's exhausting, in fact.).  And you also witnessed the fact that I was up far later than my usual bedtime.

Which meant that I was crankier than usual today.  Because I was tired.

Picture a small child when they are tired.  Okay, now superimpose my face onto that small child (refrain from making comparisons about the very slight height difference between me and small children please).  Yup, that's how I was today - all day.

My clothes didn't sit well.  On several occasions I just wanted to burst into tears.  I wanted a lovey*.  I wanted a hug.  I didn't want anyone to look at me or talk to me (which they did anyway, repeatedly!).

But I made it through the day without a total meltdown, fortunately.

Because really?  A huge, full-on, hissy-fit in the middle of the office isn't "professional".  In fact, I've heard that it is "frowned" upon by upper-management.  And middle-management.  And pretty much everyone else, for that matter.

But, some days?  When you are tired from a late night of battling viruses, and the alarm clock goes off at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am (FYI Kathryn, it's a digital.  And I've done some sleuthing, we don't even own an analog - unless you count my watch) and then the office computer is acting like a cow, and then you throw in a few office politics and to top it off, you have a niggling headache that is either a result of not enough sleep or sinus issues?  A huge, full-on hissy-fit sounds pretty cathartic, doesn't it?

But, you'd be proud.  I abstained.

Now, sitting on the back porch in relative silence, with a glass of wine and some blogs?  Now, I'm feeling much less cranky and am counting the hours until my extra early bedtime tonight.

*A lovey- in Gigi-speak (for those of you that might be unsure) is that extra-special object that small children use to soothe themselves, such as that special blanket or teddy-bear.