One of those days
Ever have one of those days? Of course you have. We all have.
I've just had one of those fucking days.
Start with almost no sleep last night. No matter what I did, how I rearranged myself, my blankets, my pillows, the cat (who was remarkably tolerant of the whole thing)... I couldn't sleep. I gave up at 5:30 this morning, because by that time it was pointless; my first alarm was set to go at 6.
I managed to get on the bus at the right time to make it to my maths final.
That is ALL that has gone right today.
The final was hell - almost nothing I studied was actually on the damned thing; it was all the annoying shit from EARLY in the term all over again. And I found I couldn't remember how to do one of the things on a 9-point question, and argh. I think I managed a passing grade, but that's assuming everything I was able to do, I did right. Of course, everything I was able to do was the complicated (read: fun) stuff; naturally, not much of it was worth a lot of points. IDEK.
Then I was supposed to meet my teacher in the studio to finish up the glass stuff. I get there, no-one's there. I wait around a couple hours, and then finally give up and go home, because I can't get any-fucking-thing done if I can't get into my locker, and I can't get into my locker if all the bloody locker keys are locked up.
And now my head hurts and my stomach hurts and I hate today.
I've just had one of those fucking days.
Start with almost no sleep last night. No matter what I did, how I rearranged myself, my blankets, my pillows, the cat (who was remarkably tolerant of the whole thing)... I couldn't sleep. I gave up at 5:30 this morning, because by that time it was pointless; my first alarm was set to go at 6.
I managed to get on the bus at the right time to make it to my maths final.
That is ALL that has gone right today.
The final was hell - almost nothing I studied was actually on the damned thing; it was all the annoying shit from EARLY in the term all over again. And I found I couldn't remember how to do one of the things on a 9-point question, and argh. I think I managed a passing grade, but that's assuming everything I was able to do, I did right. Of course, everything I was able to do was the complicated (read: fun) stuff; naturally, not much of it was worth a lot of points. IDEK.
Then I was supposed to meet my teacher in the studio to finish up the glass stuff. I get there, no-one's there. I wait around a couple hours, and then finally give up and go home, because I can't get any-fucking-thing done if I can't get into my locker, and I can't get into my locker if all the bloody locker keys are locked up.
And now my head hurts and my stomach hurts and I hate today.