I wish to assign my brother for agreeing to work 'til close instead of just 'til midnight. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't the only person who could drive my stick-shift OR if we all hadn't gotten up early to go to breakfast OR if I wasn't tired enough to cry OR if he had asked me. BLAH!
I also assign being too tired to type straight. And picking out U-nails from nasty wet algae-y wood with the only available flathead screwdriver that we didn't sell in the yard sale or drop in the duck pond, while remembering pounding each nail & staple in many years ago, thinking back then "Boy, I'm hammering more of these in than I should, I'd hate to pick these back out again!".
Also, I assign breakfasts Out. In restaurants. Nearly everything on the menu is eggs or filled with cheese & sausage, none of which I like.
I also must throw in sore throats, from colds or breathing night air or straining it from screaming in Gandalf's voice, it's very annoying when I'm trying to sing in my car and can't quite sing an entire Disturbed or Breaking Benjamin song because I start squeaking or rasping or hurting at the fun parts.
But most of all, I assign my drum set being packed away, except for the bass drum which I cannot find a box to put it in. I miss playing! I dream of playing! Especially now, when I'm grumpy.
