I need a nap

Some mornings I wake up and smell the coffee brewing and look over at Michael sleeping next to me and think, OK, this is going to be a good day. Other mornings I wake up just down right pissed off to be alive. Then, there are mornings like this morning. Mornings when I would honest to god eat a bowl of my own shit just to be able to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep. Then, wouldn't you know it, the day turns out to be exactly what I expected it to be.
Crazies screaming at me on the subway, six year old girls breaking bottles in hand ball courts and calling me a white witch, delayed trains because of a fire on the tracks, dogs off leash, pending school projects, absentee husbands...
All I want is a big bowl of ice cream and a Harlequin romance. But both of these items would involve leaving the safety of my little underground bunker apartment.
Meanwhile, at least I got to have a kick ass "pitcher(mug)" of really good German beer in a beer garden with some of the coolest people I have yet to meet in NYC. It's nice sitting with actual adults discussing issues that I have opinions on and being able to finish my thoughts and knowing that I am coming off as a semi intelligent girl and not just a dumb ditzy hick from Tennessee.