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People kill themselvs over the kind of day I'm having.
Lets start with the stroke of 12. I was awake. Still. Couldn't stop being awake till 2am. So I spent 3.5 hours laying in bed wishing either I was asleep or Thomas was awake. We got up and got him to work slightly late then I came back here and despite my lack of it, I couldn't fall back asleep. So I started doin bills and figuring out what I was gonna do with the rest of the day.
Thats when I opened the Qwest bill which I already bitched about in the previous entry. I then moved on to American Airlines. I've got a ticket home for the 26th and one back for the 8th. Thats goood but what I had to go through to get it.... 7 hours on hold (I'm exagutating. It was 35 minutes.) Only to talk to someone who couldn't tell me what it was that she needed to know. So I called back and got someone who could do her job only to find out I needed that 3 digit # on the back of the credit card. The card that I don't have. The card thats in CT. So I had to hang up, call my mom to get the #, call back and give all the info all over agian to a third person. Now I just have to mail in my voucher. Plus to this, the trip is free to me and $57.75 for my mom.
Its around this time that I decided I want a shower. So I do that. The water was hot for a second then it went cold and I couldn't get it to remain at any temp hot or cold.
I got out and made something to eat. It sucked. How does Ramen suck? honestly?!?!?
Next issue is colthes. I put some on but they look bad cuz I've become a fat ass. So I stood in front of the mirror for like a half hour trying to make myslef look presentable only to end up in sweats and my husbands extra large shirt. Great.
Now I'm getting a little sleepy so I decide to take a 25 min nap then get on with my shitty day. That would have been fine only when I woke up, I was so tired and had a headache from hell so instead of getting out of bed at 11:30 like I'd planned, I was in bed until 2.
When I actually left, I brought the garbage down to the dumpster and got the mail. Nothin good there. I put some fluid in the clutch cuz it leaks then I was off. I get on base with no problems until I get out of the car. I was trying to use the laundry room that is only for the people who live in the BEQ. I've done laundry there before but now you can't get in without your room key. I don't have a room key so I've still got dirty laundry. The only reason I was trying to be sneaky like that is my washer and dryer are tiny and I have a king size comforter to wash. Which I still have to wash because I called my friend Sam from the BEQ parking lot cuz she lives in housing right down the road. She wasn't home. But if she were, I'm willing to bet she would have let me use her washer and dryer.
So now I'm off to Wal*Mart for a toothbrush, white thread, blank cds and milk and I was supposed to get them all for less then $12.50 which I did. However, getting to Wal*Mart was fun. The clutch felt awfully limp when I came to a stop sign. When I went to get going again, the car died. I don't know why. But I got it going and called my brother to see if he could tell me what to do. He said nothing really. So I got to Wal*Mart and checked the fluid level. Half empty. I added more fluid and pumped the clutch pedal a little and it felt all better and I figured maybe it filled then flowed down and I didn't end up filling it all the way like I thought I did. No big deal.
Leaving Wal*Mart, I'm at a stop sign and the clutch is really limp like suddenly cuz the last stop sign which was about 150 feet back, it felt fine. So, I get out to the main road and I'm doin the speed limit which was 50. The light turns yellow and I was at that distance where I would have had to slam on my breaks to stop and I had some little Civic DelSol riding my ass so I didn't want to do that but the car in front of me did. So I had to slam on my breaks and everthing in the back seat (laundry basket, monolopy, the stuff I got a Wal*Mart, the big cd case and assorted other goodies all went flying forward. Great. Good call on the slammin on the breaks. And the Civic swerved into the other lane and almost hit a car in the process.
I called Greg to see if he knew anything cuz hes pretty handy with cars. So, he says its the slave cylendar.. something about checking a peice of metal near the fire wall. I'm not mechanically inclined so no. Now I have to wait for Tom to get out of work so I can tell him to get one of his friends to fix it before the boat leaves cuz I'm not dealing with a broken car while hes gone.
So I'm finally back home to the appartment and I'm not done with my errands. I'm supposed to go to the uniform shop and drop off some poopy suits to have patches put on cuz the patches are really thick and they break my needles.
I sat in the car afraid to get out. I called Tom and told him in his voice mail to ask around for guys who know their ass from their elbow with cars. (Which will be difficult, I think. Today is the 4th. The boat leaves on the 10th. Nobody wants to be away from their families anymore then they really have to be right now.)
Then I called Genna to vent a little bit but she had a spit up explosion to take care of so I only got a little of this out before she had to go do the mom thing. Which I completely understand and I'm not upset about it at all.
I worked up my courage and got out. I put my purse on the pavement. Then the laundry detergent, monolopy, the milk the bag from Wal*mart and a book. Then I realized there was no way all of that was gettin to our third floor apartment in one trip and I wasn't willing to do more then one trip so I decided the laundry could stay.
I piled everything in my arms and headed up. When I got to our door, I dug out the key with one finger and attempted to hold the milk against the wall and my side which has worked every other time I've done it. But not now. The milk fell exactly as I got the door opened. I went in and put everythign down cuz it was all slipping. I got the milk and its all dented and the top is pushed down. I bring it in and try to reform it. I had to open it to pull the top up which made a mess of course. So I had to clean the counter top and the floor and the cabinet door that the milk ran down. Sweet.
So I come in here and turn the computer on. The router doesn't like to work when the computer is frist turned on so you have to unplug it from the power strip wait a minuted pulg it back in wait a minute then open the internet. I guess that resets it cuz the reset button doesn't work. Well, the plug for the router is one of those really big ones that takes up 2 spots ya know? So we've got it on the end and the extra part of it hangs over the power switch. When I went to plug it back in, I hit the power switch with the bulky end of the plug obviously killing the power and turning off the computer.
I've obviously got the computer back on but I can't type worth shit right now which isn't helping any.
*takes a deep breath*
And the worst part of all of this is that its only 5:00. I have at least another 6 hours before this day is over. But I'm willing to bet I won't be asleep until 2 again.
WHY ME?
Lets start with the stroke of 12. I was awake. Still. Couldn't stop being awake till 2am. So I spent 3.5 hours laying in bed wishing either I was asleep or Thomas was awake. We got up and got him to work slightly late then I came back here and despite my lack of it, I couldn't fall back asleep. So I started doin bills and figuring out what I was gonna do with the rest of the day.
Thats when I opened the Qwest bill which I already bitched about in the previous entry. I then moved on to American Airlines. I've got a ticket home for the 26th and one back for the 8th. Thats goood but what I had to go through to get it.... 7 hours on hold (I'm exagutating. It was 35 minutes.) Only to talk to someone who couldn't tell me what it was that she needed to know. So I called back and got someone who could do her job only to find out I needed that 3 digit # on the back of the credit card. The card that I don't have. The card thats in CT. So I had to hang up, call my mom to get the #, call back and give all the info all over agian to a third person. Now I just have to mail in my voucher. Plus to this, the trip is free to me and $57.75 for my mom.
Its around this time that I decided I want a shower. So I do that. The water was hot for a second then it went cold and I couldn't get it to remain at any temp hot or cold.
I got out and made something to eat. It sucked. How does Ramen suck? honestly?!?!?
Next issue is colthes. I put some on but they look bad cuz I've become a fat ass. So I stood in front of the mirror for like a half hour trying to make myslef look presentable only to end up in sweats and my husbands extra large shirt. Great.
Now I'm getting a little sleepy so I decide to take a 25 min nap then get on with my shitty day. That would have been fine only when I woke up, I was so tired and had a headache from hell so instead of getting out of bed at 11:30 like I'd planned, I was in bed until 2.
When I actually left, I brought the garbage down to the dumpster and got the mail. Nothin good there. I put some fluid in the clutch cuz it leaks then I was off. I get on base with no problems until I get out of the car. I was trying to use the laundry room that is only for the people who live in the BEQ. I've done laundry there before but now you can't get in without your room key. I don't have a room key so I've still got dirty laundry. The only reason I was trying to be sneaky like that is my washer and dryer are tiny and I have a king size comforter to wash. Which I still have to wash because I called my friend Sam from the BEQ parking lot cuz she lives in housing right down the road. She wasn't home. But if she were, I'm willing to bet she would have let me use her washer and dryer.
So now I'm off to Wal*Mart for a toothbrush, white thread, blank cds and milk and I was supposed to get them all for less then $12.50 which I did. However, getting to Wal*Mart was fun. The clutch felt awfully limp when I came to a stop sign. When I went to get going again, the car died. I don't know why. But I got it going and called my brother to see if he could tell me what to do. He said nothing really. So I got to Wal*Mart and checked the fluid level. Half empty. I added more fluid and pumped the clutch pedal a little and it felt all better and I figured maybe it filled then flowed down and I didn't end up filling it all the way like I thought I did. No big deal.
Leaving Wal*Mart, I'm at a stop sign and the clutch is really limp like suddenly cuz the last stop sign which was about 150 feet back, it felt fine. So, I get out to the main road and I'm doin the speed limit which was 50. The light turns yellow and I was at that distance where I would have had to slam on my breaks to stop and I had some little Civic DelSol riding my ass so I didn't want to do that but the car in front of me did. So I had to slam on my breaks and everthing in the back seat (laundry basket, monolopy, the stuff I got a Wal*Mart, the big cd case and assorted other goodies all went flying forward. Great. Good call on the slammin on the breaks. And the Civic swerved into the other lane and almost hit a car in the process.
I called Greg to see if he knew anything cuz hes pretty handy with cars. So, he says its the slave cylendar.. something about checking a peice of metal near the fire wall. I'm not mechanically inclined so no. Now I have to wait for Tom to get out of work so I can tell him to get one of his friends to fix it before the boat leaves cuz I'm not dealing with a broken car while hes gone.
So I'm finally back home to the appartment and I'm not done with my errands. I'm supposed to go to the uniform shop and drop off some poopy suits to have patches put on cuz the patches are really thick and they break my needles.
I sat in the car afraid to get out. I called Tom and told him in his voice mail to ask around for guys who know their ass from their elbow with cars. (Which will be difficult, I think. Today is the 4th. The boat leaves on the 10th. Nobody wants to be away from their families anymore then they really have to be right now.)
Then I called Genna to vent a little bit but she had a spit up explosion to take care of so I only got a little of this out before she had to go do the mom thing. Which I completely understand and I'm not upset about it at all.
I worked up my courage and got out. I put my purse on the pavement. Then the laundry detergent, monolopy, the milk the bag from Wal*mart and a book. Then I realized there was no way all of that was gettin to our third floor apartment in one trip and I wasn't willing to do more then one trip so I decided the laundry could stay.
I piled everything in my arms and headed up. When I got to our door, I dug out the key with one finger and attempted to hold the milk against the wall and my side which has worked every other time I've done it. But not now. The milk fell exactly as I got the door opened. I went in and put everythign down cuz it was all slipping. I got the milk and its all dented and the top is pushed down. I bring it in and try to reform it. I had to open it to pull the top up which made a mess of course. So I had to clean the counter top and the floor and the cabinet door that the milk ran down. Sweet.
So I come in here and turn the computer on. The router doesn't like to work when the computer is frist turned on so you have to unplug it from the power strip wait a minuted pulg it back in wait a minute then open the internet. I guess that resets it cuz the reset button doesn't work. Well, the plug for the router is one of those really big ones that takes up 2 spots ya know? So we've got it on the end and the extra part of it hangs over the power switch. When I went to plug it back in, I hit the power switch with the bulky end of the plug obviously killing the power and turning off the computer.
I've obviously got the computer back on but I can't type worth shit right now which isn't helping any.
*takes a deep breath*
And the worst part of all of this is that its only 5:00. I have at least another 6 hours before this day is over. But I'm willing to bet I won't be asleep until 2 again.
WHY ME?