I'm cranky because it's my natural state. There is white tree fluff all over the place. My neighborhood looks like a set from a Ridley Scott movie. And also? AaaaaTCHOO.

That's a nice boyfriend, Tep. We forgive him for the metabolism, just by right of being pretty.

I'm cranky because I'm hungry. But at least leftover truffle pasta is behing reheated.

I am not cranky because I have tea and pound cake and have been goggling at transit of venus pictures and videos for 2+ hours. So soothing.

I'm not cranky because we're getting more Dallas, and we're getting some originals in it.

I would not have guessed that 25 years ago.

I'm with the cranky crew. Had to cut my karate workout to just 30 minutes instead of an hour. I burnt my shoulders on Sunday and the weight of my gi was just a bit too much for them.

I also want dinner to magically appear.

I'm cranky, too, and I'm too lazy to even tell you why.

I am having the worst lazy day. The things I can't get the energy to do are quite mindboggling. Like, picking up the remote control seems to be way outside of my capability right now. Anywhere I sit, I'm going to be for at least ten minutes.

So voter turnout in Madison, WI today is projected to be 119%

My sister tells me ballot shortages in Milwaukee and Racine. Motherfuckers.

And a hot boyfriend who said I could post this picture: [link].

That is a...really nice picture. Really.

On other matters -

Dear dog: I put that leftover pasta in your bowl. It is for you. You do not need to sneak up, gobble a bite and dash back out over and over again. It is for you.

P.S. I will remove the cat this one time. If she muscles you out of your food again, you're on your own. Dog up.

Wow, brenda -- your dog can read??