I Officially Hate My Life
And I'm not hyperbolizing.
I'm alone, at home, with bandages and ointment, my hair still wet from the shower. The other kids left without me for the show. I can't even put a damned Band-Aid on my own foot. The show, by the way, for which I cancelled plans of packing with a friend, and put off getting my chemo shot until Monday. Oh, and put off grocery shopping until tomorrow. The show which doesn't start until 1:00, and which is five minutes away, for which I thought we were leaving at 12:30, but for which, apparently, a need was felt to leave at 12:15. Because, you know, we might get sucked into an evil time vortex or something.
So, here I lay; all dressed up and nowhere to be.
Oh, and my wheezing sounds like a weeping Ewok.
I'm alone, at home, with bandages and ointment, my hair still wet from the shower. The other kids left without me for the show. I can't even put a damned Band-Aid on my own foot. The show, by the way, for which I cancelled plans of packing with a friend, and put off getting my chemo shot until Monday. Oh, and put off grocery shopping until tomorrow. The show which doesn't start until 1:00, and which is five minutes away, for which I thought we were leaving at 12:30, but for which, apparently, a need was felt to leave at 12:15. Because, you know, we might get sucked into an evil time vortex or something.
So, here I lay; all dressed up and nowhere to be.
Oh, and my wheezing sounds like a weeping Ewok.