And this is why I started therapy...
Or I will. Eventually. Either that or have a nervous breakdown. Either way, I get medicated in the end, so it's a happily ever after no matter what, right? Right.
Short Version: I had a crappy day, and I hate everything.
Medium Version: I got up late and rushed out the door to school, only to find out that I didn't HAVE that class today (Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays only). I was stranded on campus for three hours after classes were out. I had to chase my dad's idiot dog down the block because he broke his 'new' leash. Now I'm tired AND I have a headache. And my room's a mess. BLAH.
Long Version: .... ....okay, I don't have the energy for the long version. I need a nap. Or a hug. Or valium. SOMETHING. @.@
Short Version: I had a crappy day, and I hate everything.
Medium Version: I got up late and rushed out the door to school, only to find out that I didn't HAVE that class today (Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays only). I was stranded on campus for three hours after classes were out. I had to chase my dad's idiot dog down the block because he broke his 'new' leash. Now I'm tired AND I have a headache. And my room's a mess. BLAH.
Long Version: .... ....okay, I don't have the energy for the long version. I need a nap. Or a hug. Or valium. SOMETHING. @.@