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I had the worst day ever.
I woke up early, and saw friends... which although nice, I really needed the rest I could have otherwise gotten. I went to the dentist, and had my teeth drilled and filled and mauled after some intense pain when the numbing hadn't kicked in yet. I got sent back home, numb and frustrated.
I got home with the intent of making potato soup - comforting, warm, and no need to chew, so there wouldn't be any worry about chomping my tongue and thinking it was a food. Got home, no milk. I was so angry that I cleaned the entire apartment, just to have something to do that wasn't punching a hole in the wall. I was tired, hungry, and in pain, and the milk was the last straw.
Julian phoned halfway through my cleaning rage, and I snapped at him, so he rushed over to help me clean. I made him feel like a total heel, which made me feel like a monster, and I had a crying fit almost as soon as he arrived. We finished cleaning together(or mostly, there's still a lot of dishes to do, but we only have so much room on the drying rack, so whatever), both of us rather miserable.
Went driving in the rain, got steered around, and barely felt like I was doing anything for myself the whole time. I kept envisioning driving off the road and speeding until I hit something, just to shut him up. Not that it would have worked, since he had a brake on his side, but that was about the mental state I was in. Got driven home by someone who had never driven before - while it was dark, wet, and rainy - and I was fairly sure that I was going to die.
I got dropped off at the school, called Julian to ask if he was hungry, since by this time I was starved, tired, still partially numb, and as a result, partially in pain. He was in no mood to leave the computer, stressed to hell about all the work he had to do tonight and tomorrow.
Sat down, had a bad time working, and when Julian finally came to get me for dinner, the Taco Bell(which I had planned to get food from since it would be soft, and flat, and easy to eat with my sore teeth and jaw) was closed, and I had to get food from Wendey's, which was harder to eat, and rather painful. At this point, just the Taco Bell being closed had me near tears from frustration - it was just another thing to add to the tottering pile.
Got rushed while eating because Julian wanted to get back to work before I was finished eating - I finished my meal at the computer, being sulky. Things were uneventful until I went home, and caught Alec and Graham, who were also on their way back. They had been drinking, and were far more amusing than I had expected. Along the way, we had a heart-to-heart talk(as much as drunken animators can get), which really lifted my spirits. I mean really.
After the total shit day, turns out the thing that can still pick me up a little is knowing that I've had an influence on other people, as an animator, and as a working force. I raised the bar, and that's spectacular. I'm one of the top in my class. And I'm going to fight like hell to stay there.
But with that said, fighting to stay there also includes getting enough sleep to be comprehensive for more work later. So it's bedtime now. >_>
I woke up early, and saw friends... which although nice, I really needed the rest I could have otherwise gotten. I went to the dentist, and had my teeth drilled and filled and mauled after some intense pain when the numbing hadn't kicked in yet. I got sent back home, numb and frustrated.
I got home with the intent of making potato soup - comforting, warm, and no need to chew, so there wouldn't be any worry about chomping my tongue and thinking it was a food. Got home, no milk. I was so angry that I cleaned the entire apartment, just to have something to do that wasn't punching a hole in the wall. I was tired, hungry, and in pain, and the milk was the last straw.
Julian phoned halfway through my cleaning rage, and I snapped at him, so he rushed over to help me clean. I made him feel like a total heel, which made me feel like a monster, and I had a crying fit almost as soon as he arrived. We finished cleaning together(or mostly, there's still a lot of dishes to do, but we only have so much room on the drying rack, so whatever), both of us rather miserable.
Went driving in the rain, got steered around, and barely felt like I was doing anything for myself the whole time. I kept envisioning driving off the road and speeding until I hit something, just to shut him up. Not that it would have worked, since he had a brake on his side, but that was about the mental state I was in. Got driven home by someone who had never driven before - while it was dark, wet, and rainy - and I was fairly sure that I was going to die.
I got dropped off at the school, called Julian to ask if he was hungry, since by this time I was starved, tired, still partially numb, and as a result, partially in pain. He was in no mood to leave the computer, stressed to hell about all the work he had to do tonight and tomorrow.
Sat down, had a bad time working, and when Julian finally came to get me for dinner, the Taco Bell(which I had planned to get food from since it would be soft, and flat, and easy to eat with my sore teeth and jaw) was closed, and I had to get food from Wendey's, which was harder to eat, and rather painful. At this point, just the Taco Bell being closed had me near tears from frustration - it was just another thing to add to the tottering pile.
Got rushed while eating because Julian wanted to get back to work before I was finished eating - I finished my meal at the computer, being sulky. Things were uneventful until I went home, and caught Alec and Graham, who were also on their way back. They had been drinking, and were far more amusing than I had expected. Along the way, we had a heart-to-heart talk(as much as drunken animators can get), which really lifted my spirits. I mean really.
After the total shit day, turns out the thing that can still pick me up a little is knowing that I've had an influence on other people, as an animator, and as a working force. I raised the bar, and that's spectacular. I'm one of the top in my class. And I'm going to fight like hell to stay there.
But with that said, fighting to stay there also includes getting enough sleep to be comprehensive for more work later. So it's bedtime now. >_>