Grumpy pants

OK. So Grumpy Pants aren't the best look for a Friday, but they have kinda glued themselves to my ass.

1. Currently staring down my thesis draft. and all I see is a pile of turd. Like it's embarrassing to think of other people reading it. Especially when those people are so damn nice and supportive and will do their best to find something redeeming about it instead of just acknowledging its turd-ness.
1. part of the problem is that I am so acutely aware of its turd-ness I can't even fix anything. I know this doesn't have to suck, but at this point, I'm not sure how to close the gap between what it is and what it can be.
2. I hate being an agency-obsessed perfectionist. Which is only exacerbated by my compulsive procrastination.
   
2. I want to call Semester at Sea and check on the status of my application, because "In Progress" means nothing to me. But for the same reasons I don't make alot of these "proactive" calls, I don't want to scare people with my enthusiasm. I do not need any help being labeled the crazy one.
3. The apartment is squalid, but apparently not enough to motivate me to clean it. Just grouse about the state.
4. In my attempts to focus on my thesis I only confirmed my old fart-ness by calling the cops on a party. In my defense - it was after midnight, on a now Friday morning, and I could hear the lyrics of some bad Whitney Houston song with all the windows closed and my music on.
5. Smokin' Fairy says that I am Lexie from Grey's because I am nesty and neurotic. I guess I am glad that I am also a character who would steal a TV if it wasn't bolted to the wall, or not cry-faced Meredith.
   

But it is gorgeous outside, and a bit warm for grumpy pants, so I may have to change into something else. And the disgruntled shorts are in the wash.