On a bus somewhere between Kissimmee, FL and Nashville, TN: I don't know what's gotten into me lately. Every little thing is bothering me. From the hotel valet that tried to tell me I can't leave my bus at the front entrance while I get the room keys for the band to the email I received saying a date's been moved without anyone talking to me about it first to being pissed off at myself for bringing the wrong bag to the one-off gig (no wheels? What am I - new?)... it's almost impossible to shake it off.
In one moment I can feel the hair on the back of neck stand up in fury and in the next breath I have to walk away before my ears fill up with tears. I'm reading into everything he says (or doesn't say), I'm convinced that the
Zumba class still won't shrink my stomach and where the F can I find a piece of milk chocolate on this bus?!
Then it hits me.
Right on time.
Like clockwork.
Not that these things wouldn't bother me any other time of the month, but it's nice to know I can at least say I'm not completely crazy. Or, at least, I'm not the only one.... considering there's a SONG about it. (thank you, Dolly!)
Now, where's that chocolate....???!?!?!??!