Mar 10, 2006 01:13
Basically, there have been few days in my life quite as inconvenient as this one, and few days when the world and I have had it in for each other to quite this degree. Nor have any days really been more my fault, what with the oversleeping and the forgetting things and the such and such problem at work and the canceling on this and on that and the running late for the other thing and the general total ineffectiveness and the realization that somewhere along the way I hocked my superpowers and I have to track them down again.
But eventually there was LostWriters Party and my determination that the grandma dress is ABSOLUTELY as wonderful as it is hideous and Mexican food and margaritas in different flavors. That was some good stuff, yo.
Eventually, at some point in my life, there will be a tale of an awful day and a saving grace that involves everything working out after all. Not cocktails and distraction. Or at least not solely cocktails and distraction. That will be the sign that my life is working.