Uncomfoooortable.

I just can't seem to get comfortable in my body.  Sleep enough - ugh.  I'm upset and - haaa - oh my GOD - when aren't I?  I just need to get some exercise and go home and finish putting this dresser thing together for the bathroom.  It came in literally 50 pieces.  I am literally building this thing.  Why am I writing this?  Is there anything more boring than me complaining about putting a bathroom dresser together?  There is this guy that I am so attracted to who is apparently gay.  Okay - he's gay.  Why?  Why and HOW can I be so attracted to him?  Fuck - I'm grumpy - I want to eat a gallon of ice cream and a side of malted chocolate balls.  Maybe.  Maybe just an ice cream cone.  I got an ice cream cone last night and after I ate it - I saw this man stare at me funny and it was a good 10 minutes before I realized I had ice cream drizzled all over my chest.  It looked like someone jizzed on my boobs - on my dress.  How awful is that?  I had no more napkins and I was on the train so I just pretended like I didn't know it was there.  I had to lie to myself to make it home okay.  Jesus.  It's not nearly as hot today thank GOD - I feel way less I'm going to explode.  Great.  Why do they play the same 5 songs on this station?  It's not even songs from the same genre or even GENRATION or style even.  They play Prince, Bryan Adams, some Country chick and that stupid song form now with the xylophone.  This girl at work was talking about how bad she is at the xylophone.  How is that possible?  It's like saying you are bad at the triangle or bad at making toast or boiling water.  "I'm the WORST at boiling water!!!  I never do it right!!!"  What is wrong with me?  Jesus.  Okay - bye Blueberry.