Obbligato

No, the post's not about music.

And, yes, that rather snippy opening is an accurate reflection of my mood.

I don't know what my problem is, why I'm plagued with this persistent, low-level grumpiness. It's not like me to be cranky for more than an afternooon, so I don't know what to do with myself when all I want to do is bark at people. And bark at them for stupid things, things like breathing, and having hair, and otherwise being themselves, innocuously minding their own business. (Not that it's good to bark at people in general, but those are ridiculous reasons to get snarly.)

I think I've got myself all in a bunch, thinking I'm "supposed" to be doing things. Like write. And prepare contest entries. (Well, entry: I've only received one so far.) And plot. The thing is, none of that stuff has to be done today, never mind yesterday. Or tomorrow, for that matter. I can let it all go.

So I'm declaring the rest of the night and (probably) tomorrow a goof-off day.

Goof-off days were something I used to do to deal with a job that made me tense. (Well, actually, I made myself tense, but I didn't know it then.) Every now and again, I would up and decide that today was a goof-off day, and because it was a goof-off day, I wasn't going to do a single thing I thought I was supposed to do. I was only going to do the things I wanted to do.

So tonight I'm only doing the things I want to do. Like read, and eat some ice cream. And I'll deal with my obligations later.