Fog on the shirt?

I'm not really sure what I am going to type about this morning. I'm in a bit of a cranky mood and I'm not feeling particularly inspired. Right now things are going extremely slowly at work and my focus is elsewhere. Plus the Tribe is performing poorly, and as silly as I know it is, that has an impact as well. For all that I sit here and mope about, I've got it pretty good and I really shouldn't be bitter. It is just difficult for me to be patient with tomorrow. I feel like I know what I want, I feel I know I can do it, I do not feel I am entitled to it, and I am ready to work for it.

I have now typed up and deleted the equivalent of a long post because nothing I type comes out the way in which I intended it. I can't even blame my anxiousness and unease on the caffeine in my coffee because I am sans cafe this morning. I seem to have always been a bit of a square peg trying to fit in a round hole. Even as I've rounded off my corners a little bit, I still don't seem to fit. I've officially spent entirely too much time not typing anything sensical. Maybe I'll return a little later once I've figured how to string two cohesive sentences together in a row because this is just making me more frustrated.