The Bluebird of Grumpiness

Okay, so the presentation-thing went well. Yay. I am still sick as hell, my throat hurts, and I have a headache. Yay. We had a pack of Europeans at this presentation, so what did they want for lunch? Barbecue. And beer. Yay. I am belching barbecue still, probably because the antibiotics I am on has torn my stomach to shreds, and I didn't have time to eat any breakfast today. Yay. Thank god I had no beer with my lunch, or I'd be PUKING right now. Yay. Meg and I no longer have matching sister cars, 'cos Meg totalled hers today. Boo. She isn't hurt, but this really sucks. I am stressed. I am tired. I have to get up at 5:00 tomorrow morning. I have to pick Meg up tonight (of course she is teaching a night class on Monday. Of course.). Boo.

It's time for a little Bluebird, say?

This is the Bluebird of Grumpiness. Say 'hello' to my leetle friend:




As much as The Bluebird of Grumpiness has meant to me through the years, I realised as I was driving home from picking Meg up at the site of her car carnage and dropping her off at work that I haven't blogged about The Bluebird of Grumpiness yet.

And don't go telling me how the real name is The Mad Bluebird. I *know* the name is The Mad Bluebird, but if Michael Smith had asked me, I would have told him to name it The Bluebird of Grumpiness.

My, what an angry little birdy.

I love him.

I currently have a Bluebird of Grumpiness on my shoulder. He is a cute little cartoon birdy, and he looks pissed off, much like this photo of The Bluebird of Grumpiness. One cannot always *see* The Bluebird of Grumpiness, but one always knows when he's around.

My Bluebird of Grumpiness just told everyone to shut up and fuck off, by the way.

Sigh.

I am going to take a nap now.

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