puffy eyes and a throbbing head do not a good mood make

felt so small and insignificant and as if i had the right to be snappy...these morning woes are not in line with my love for mornings!

so I spent the next hour feeling bad

feeling bad for being snappy to my parents
feeling bad for not wanting to answer a call this morning
feeling bad for refusing to do serious work
feeling bad for all that oil and salt consumed over breakfast
feeling bad for feeling bad

but it's just a stupid tantrum really.

so i walked past the bookshelves, spotted a book called Red Dust and spent the next 2hrs (or 3?) quenching the thirst for stories with it.

cheerful now. yeah.. ;P