Feeling a bit Stabby

Pie napped today, which is rare in and of itself, but even more astounding, the nap lasted two hours.  That's utterly unheard of!  Being the responsible and productive person that I am, I spent the entirety of it making little pictures in MS Paint, then manipulating them in Photoshop.  They turned out really nice (which means they look like shit) and I can't wait to use them.  Problem is, the story that goes with them just wouldn't write today.  Instead, you get this:

Yep, that's right--I'm having a pity party and everyone's invited!  Say the right thing and you might even win an all expense paid guilt trip!  My husband did, anyway.

So what's my problem?  Honestly, I wish I knew.  At least then I could turn it into something awkward and embarrassing and maybe we could all have a good laugh at my expense.  That would probably get me out of whatever funk I'm in, and even if it didn't it would still be more interesting to read about.  Instead, I'm chasing a shadow and picking on my family.  Neat.

In any case, I'm just not in it today.  I'm writing something, because if I don't it'll probably just make my mood shittier, but I really can't come up with anything interesting or good or fun to read.  We'll try again tomorrow.  In the mean time, the soda's flat and the cupcakes are stale, but enjoy the party anyway.