After two consecutive nights of dark and ominous nightmares, I needed to snap out of my moodiness something fierce this morning. It was pouring outside, everything in me felt like crap, and I just hated life for a second.
I needed the right lift. Oatmeal. Yes. With peanut butter and butterscotch. Yes.
MORE importantly, Hall and Oates "You Make My Dreams Come True," blasted as loud as it gets. As I packed a lunch, I danced around the kitchen with such delight... you wouldn't have even suspected that I woke up as a grumpy stooge on the wrong side of the bed.
This was ME.
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