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✢ This Fucking Week ✢
a work of nonfiction by yours truly
I generally feel like the world has it out for me, but after this week, I'm positive it does. It started poorly on Monday, when I arrived home from work and my mom flipped out on me for no reason. I had something of an emotional meltdown, went into a rage, broke some stuff . . . it was pretty terrible.
On Tuesday, I was driving home from work and suddenly there was mist in front of my window - it was foggy, so at first I thought I'd just hit a bit of fog . . . then I noticed the smell and it hit me.
OH MY GOD MY CAR IS ON FIRE.
So I pull over, panic, run away from the car . . . after about 20 fucking cars passed me and my smoking car right by, some guardian angel finally pulls over and helps me. It turns out my car is not on fire, it's that one of my hoses burst and starting leaking antifreeze everywhere (since the engine is obviously HOT, it created smoke.) I got it towed and fixed, it actually didn't cost that much, but god damn, the whole incident nearly gave me a heart attack.
Then on Wednesday I get a letter in the mail- jury duty reminder notice. This coming Tuesday. I had completely forgotten about it. I know it's stupid, but every time I think about it, my social anxiety sends me into a state of panic. I really, really am not good with stuff like this - being thrust into an unknown environment with a bunch of strangers, not knowing what I'm supposed to do. I am literally terrified, and I'm really afraid that I might actually have a panic attack when I go. And I've already postponed it once, so I have to go.
Yesterday at work I was setting up a wall display and the whole massive 10 foot plywood wall collapsed, sending a wooden shelf down on top of me. No injuries, but some bruising, and one hell of a mess to clean up.
And then, to top it all off, on the way home from work, I accidentally ran over a bird. It just came out of nowhere and landed right in front of the car. I felt so horrible I started crying; and I can't get the 'clunk' sound out of my head.
For today's finale I think I might fall down the stairs and break my leg. We'll see how things progress. At least I'm not working today, so I can stay home and not endanger anyone/anything else's life.
I think I'm gonna lie in bed and rewatch Lost from the beginning (I bought the first season on DVD). And maybe indulge in some comfort eating. I think I've earned it after this week.
In better news:
- A Game of Thrones is AWESOMESAUCE.
- New Doctor Who was AMAZEBALLS.
- this week's Glee was shockingly good with good songs for once. (I *loved* the Unpretty mashup - Lea Michele is flawless, and haters are simply jealous of perfection.)
- should I buy these shoes yes/no.
a work of nonfiction by yours truly
I generally feel like the world has it out for me, but after this week, I'm positive it does. It started poorly on Monday, when I arrived home from work and my mom flipped out on me for no reason. I had something of an emotional meltdown, went into a rage, broke some stuff . . . it was pretty terrible.
On Tuesday, I was driving home from work and suddenly there was mist in front of my window - it was foggy, so at first I thought I'd just hit a bit of fog . . . then I noticed the smell and it hit me.
OH MY GOD MY CAR IS ON FIRE.
So I pull over, panic, run away from the car . . . after about 20 fucking cars passed me and my smoking car right by, some guardian angel finally pulls over and helps me. It turns out my car is not on fire, it's that one of my hoses burst and starting leaking antifreeze everywhere (since the engine is obviously HOT, it created smoke.) I got it towed and fixed, it actually didn't cost that much, but god damn, the whole incident nearly gave me a heart attack.
Then on Wednesday I get a letter in the mail- jury duty reminder notice. This coming Tuesday. I had completely forgotten about it. I know it's stupid, but every time I think about it, my social anxiety sends me into a state of panic. I really, really am not good with stuff like this - being thrust into an unknown environment with a bunch of strangers, not knowing what I'm supposed to do. I am literally terrified, and I'm really afraid that I might actually have a panic attack when I go. And I've already postponed it once, so I have to go.
Yesterday at work I was setting up a wall display and the whole massive 10 foot plywood wall collapsed, sending a wooden shelf down on top of me. No injuries, but some bruising, and one hell of a mess to clean up.
And then, to top it all off, on the way home from work, I accidentally ran over a bird. It just came out of nowhere and landed right in front of the car. I felt so horrible I started crying; and I can't get the 'clunk' sound out of my head.
For today's finale I think I might fall down the stairs and break my leg. We'll see how things progress. At least I'm not working today, so I can stay home and not endanger anyone/anything else's life.
I think I'm gonna lie in bed and rewatch Lost from the beginning (I bought the first season on DVD). And maybe indulge in some comfort eating. I think I've earned it after this week.
In better news:
- A Game of Thrones is AWESOMESAUCE.
- New Doctor Who was AMAZEBALLS.
- this week's Glee was shockingly good with good songs for once. (I *loved* the Unpretty mashup - Lea Michele is flawless, and haters are simply jealous of perfection.)
- should I buy these shoes yes/no.