Its the weekend and I planned to do tons of things but as usual nothing quite turned out the way it was supposed to and in some ways I am to be blamed yet I hate this. I hate not having things go according to plan. I am now 2.25 hours behind schedule and my hair is not cooperating with me. *sigh sigh sigh* I wish I could just crawl back into bed and turn back the hands of time till last night when I got home... but alas... I am still here 2.26 hours behind time.
*I hate feeling frustrated as it wastes my energy but at times like this.... arghhhhh!*