Fuck this shit
Am having a shitty day. Just got back from the doctor who told me exactly what I didn't want to hear, that I have the flu.
mr_felis's 40th birthday is tomorrow and we had plans for the whole day. As it isn't enough that I feel like hell, now I feel bad about ruining everyone's day.
First thing I find in my inbox when I get home is a rejection letter from Harper publishing.
Then our internet quota ran out again just now, the night before Supernatural.
I called hubby and he was at his mother's. She was supposed to hear about her cancer test today and hubby said he'd tell me about it when he got home which makes me fear the worst.
I think I'll crawl into bed and stay there until life stops being such a bitch.
mr_felis's 40th birthday is tomorrow and we had plans for the whole day. As it isn't enough that I feel like hell, now I feel bad about ruining everyone's day.
First thing I find in my inbox when I get home is a rejection letter from Harper publishing.
Then our internet quota ran out again just now, the night before Supernatural.
I called hubby and he was at his mother's. She was supposed to hear about her cancer test today and hubby said he'd tell me about it when he got home which makes me fear the worst.
I think I'll crawl into bed and stay there until life stops being such a bitch.