Cursing for No Good Reason

Sometimes it just feels good to shout profanity. I don't do it often (other than when I'm driving), but today I have been irritated by any little thing. When I first got up, the cat and dog would not leave me alone. That in itself wouldn't have been so bad, but a rogue mosquito had somehow entered the house. While I'm usually very good at slapping them dead -- the mosquitos, not the pets -- I just could not get that one. It bit me over and over, and still the little animals would not get off me. I've pulled out everything in my house in my feeble attempt at (belated) spring cleaning, so there's stuff all over the living room. I got rid of a lot (or at least I got it boxed and in my car) and am cleaning everything before I put it back. Meanwhile, I'm also trying to organize my yarn, which is turning out to require much more time and effort than I had expected.

Part of the reason for this massive cleaning-undertaking is that I have to do final grades and prep for my new class. Today I had a terrible headache, so I thought about which thing would be easier to do: work or clean. Cleaning won out only because it doesn't require as much thought as class work. As usual, I'll get the bulk of my task-list completed on Friday -- maybe. Okay, not maybe. Definitely. I'm going to Mount Dora on Saturday and Sunday. I've never been before and have heard it is a cute historic town. I don't know what I'll do there; it's not far or expensive, and it will be a nice change of pace. I'll also go to Cassadaga, where I have been before, and wander the weird little two-block tarot-reader-rich town. Maybe I'll find out my fortune. The one hotel in town -- not where I'm staying -- has a gift shop with a lot of pretty and inexpensive jewelry, so I may get an early start on Christmas shopping.

But back to the profanity -- I was yelling (also something I don't usually do) curse words at the animals to get off of me and at the mosquito to quit biting me. Neither was effective. Yelling hurt my head, so I switched modes and just muttered profanity or said it in my head. Really it's almost as good as shouting. Honestly, it felt pretty good in the moment, but it didn't change anything. My house is only slightly more organized, my work is still undone, and my head is still pounding. Fuck it. I'm taking a damn nap.