It's not you, it's me, really...

if you get the short end of the stick from me today, don't take it personally. i'm pissy, and not nice right now. i'm stressed out from work, 3 trucks a day divided by 3 people, you do the math, exhausted, and still walking this little mouth, i mean dog, who just ate an ink pen because my fingers weren't available. sandra and i had a big fight last night, well, i had a big fight, she just did the dishes and ignored me mostly, she's very graceful that way. so the moral to the story is my plate is full of my own doing, i got raging drunk, and today i have to chew on the things i said and make up for them. so i'm best left to my own devices at this point, grumble grumble grumble...