broken things
My headphones are still broken. I crawled into bed about six in the morning, crawled out again about ten to go throw up repeatedly from my traumatising nightmares. Didn't really make it into town to buy a new pair. So, they are currently held together with a lot of bright yellow tape.
Oh, and we were ridiculously short-staffed at work again, which was fine by me because it gave me an excuse for the state of the place beyond "hey, I really don't give a fuck today". Well, my ridiculous sense of professional pride sort of took backseat to the terror that crushed me every time I put on a pair of gloves. Um. Wrists. Not so good with those today. Please not to be having things round them. So I spent ten hours at work hovering just a hair and a half from fullblown panic attack.
I am such a goddamn superhero, my super-stubbornness has superpowers of its own.
Um. So. The day could have gone better, but I got through it, so...that's something. Tomorrow will be better.
*breathes*
Oh, and we were ridiculously short-staffed at work again, which was fine by me because it gave me an excuse for the state of the place beyond "hey, I really don't give a fuck today". Well, my ridiculous sense of professional pride sort of took backseat to the terror that crushed me every time I put on a pair of gloves. Um. Wrists. Not so good with those today. Please not to be having things round them. So I spent ten hours at work hovering just a hair and a half from fullblown panic attack.
I am such a goddamn superhero, my super-stubbornness has superpowers of its own.
Um. So. The day could have gone better, but I got through it, so...that's something. Tomorrow will be better.
*breathes*