Sunday, Cruddy Sunday
April 17th is historically bad for me. It's gone back to me and the eighth grade when I was partnered with this kid for one of my elective classes and I didn't want to deal with him so when I saw him at the store that day I completely blew him off, and then the next day they had it on the school morning news that he had committed suicide. (I know, it wasn't my fault, but still), then about 5 years ago on the 17th a pet that I had for most of my teenage years, and my young adult life died in my kitchen on the morning of April 17th (actually, my parents got her for me the same year that the eighth grade thing happened), 8 years ago my mother had a surgery on April 17th that was supposed to be 20 minutes, but lasted over 11 hours and she was in a medically induced coma for almost 2 months because she almost died.
So yeah, April 17th has always been bad for me. So today I decided I'd take some 'me' time, I trolled twitter, LJ, and that foreign entity known as tumblr - just totally relaxing and zoning out... and then my central air broke UGH. so I've got to deal with that tomorrow, I'm sitting here no AC, in a crappy mood, it's Sunday which is usually my writing night, but I just can't bring myself to even try to care right now. :(
So yeah, April 17th has always been bad for me. So today I decided I'd take some 'me' time, I trolled twitter, LJ, and that foreign entity known as tumblr - just totally relaxing and zoning out... and then my central air broke UGH. so I've got to deal with that tomorrow, I'm sitting here no AC, in a crappy mood, it's Sunday which is usually my writing night, but I just can't bring myself to even try to care right now. :(