Friday the 13th Sucks
It’s Friday the 13th, and everything makes perfect sense now as it has been the single worst morning in my entire life. (And I’m not exaggerating by any means when I say that…it truly, genuinely was THE WORST morning in my life!!!) I totally want to go home and die and forget this day ever happened. Unfortunately I have to wait until my clothes dry before I can do that…
Don't ask!!!
I thought it was going to be a great day since I felt great when I woke up. I even left for work early… Oh wait! That was my mistake. Good things have happened to me every time in the last two weeks that I left for work late. I should have known only bad things were lying in wait for me if I were to leave early.
Well, hopefully I will feel more cheerful come later in the day because right now I want to curl up under a rock and not come out for a very long time. (I'm going to try to remain optimistic and not ask if it could possibly get any worse!)
Don't ask!!!
I thought it was going to be a great day since I felt great when I woke up. I even left for work early… Oh wait! That was my mistake. Good things have happened to me every time in the last two weeks that I left for work late. I should have known only bad things were lying in wait for me if I were to leave early.
Well, hopefully I will feel more cheerful come later in the day because right now I want to curl up under a rock and not come out for a very long time. (I'm going to try to remain optimistic and not ask if it could possibly get any worse!)