I had bad dreams last night, and they stuck with me all blinkin’ day. Here’s what made me cry: Yesterday I used my last tea bag of my favorite tea, and even though I knew that the company was out because I’ve been trying to order it for months, I made a cup of not-my-favorite tea and checked anyway and they finally had my tea in stock.

Bad dreams=Bad day.
Cried over stupid tea.
Because I COULD order it.

That one tiny good thing tipped me over the edge. (Bleep.)