Crappy Week Day 2
I told myself that I wasn't going to complain bitterly about the week that I've been having and so far I've been able to hold up that promise pretty well. Until now. Now I'm just going to throw my hands up and say "wah!" Granted there have been some good things too, probably more than I've noticed, honestly. But at the moment I'm seized with self pity and I need to emote. So what has happened? One, I'm PMSing. Probably too much information, but that's just too bad. It happens. Deal with it. So that just adds to the emotional stress of my life. Every little thing seems like this gigantic ordeal when I'm like this. So that's the first piece of this troublesome equation. Piece #2 was the Monday that I had. The day itself was fine, but it was after work when I was trying desperately to get all the way across town in 30 minutes (completely impossible, but I couldn't leave work early). I had told the people I was meeting that I might be a little late, no more than twenty minutes. And then I get on the highway and BAM! Gigantic freakin accident. The highway is closed, police are swarming the scene and all cars that were previously in motion have come to a dead halt. I proceed to sit in traffic for two hours and entirely miss the meeting I was rushing to be on time for. And then once I get to the meeting (which, of course, disperses the minute I pull into the parking lot) I proceed to have a fit of PMS and start bawling. I have no idea why, I guess I was just stressed out and it was really important to me that I be there and...well, anyway. I made an ass out of myself. So that was great. Then today I'm driving to work and listening to my iPod (singing along with the Hairspray soundtrack) and all of a sudden the song changes randomly right in the middle of the song. This is not something that my iPod does normally, and when it didn't happen again I just let it go. Then it did happen again, and again and again. Before I knew it the iPod was switching songs before I'd even gotten 2 seconds into them. And then it made a horrible 'click' noise and died a sudden death. I tried to revive it when I got home tonight, but no luck. I had a quiet burial for it in the garbage bin. Here's the upshot - James is hinting that he might get me a replacement for xmas. Which probably means that he would have to sell a kidney since I know the boy is dead-ass broke. Just the fact that he hinted at it cheered me up. What is true love if not to give hope to your partner? And then he gave me a great big, warm hug and I felt much better. So I guess tomorrow will probably be better. Maybe I can get all this bad shit out of the way before Christmas and truly enjoy it. There are going to be lots of fun people in town this year, plus I have a whole week off to spend time with them. I guess life doesn't suck all that much...Look at me, cheering myself up :) Who needs self help?