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Today was just a bad day. One thing after another kept going wrong. It all started when I was outside talking to my dad on the deck. It was too sunny out, I have that thing where if it’s too sunny out you can’t help but sneezing. Mr. Carlson has it too, I forget what it’s called. So I ran upstairs to get my big sunglasses that I just found. So I get out there with the sunglasses on, I’m not sneezing, but I can’t see anything without my regular glasses. So I put my regular glasses over the top of the sunglasses so I could see and look really stupid. Then I got the idea “Hey, I have a pair of these same prescription lenses somewhere, I could take them out and put them in here, then I could have some sunglasses I could actually see through!”
So I start looking around for my newest old pair of glasses. Only problem with that, my parents decided to clean my entire room while I was away at college. That’s about the most psychologically stressful thing my parents do to me every now and then. I knew where they were before they cleaned. I had most of my important stuff at college so it didn’t matter much, but I left these home and I had no clue where they were. So I call my mom and ask her where they are, they’re in some box under my bed. Cool. So I start digging crap out from under my bed, I find every pair of glasses I ever had in this box, cool. I take the box out, start figuring out which is the newest one. Then all of a sudden I can’t breathe, the dust from under the bed and the box was starting to choke me up. But my room is small and not well ventilated, just one window, and it had an air conditioner in it.
I go into the bathroom and start coughing and hacking up all that stuff I breathed in, yummy. I go back in my room and the dust is just too bad, so I take my air conditioner out, and put a fan in the window, and open the window in the hallway so I can get some air circulation and get rid of the dust. In doing so, I made the mistake of tipping the air conditioner too much, and I spilt all the water it collected from the rain right onto my bed, dead bugs and all. Excellent! At this point, there is still too much dust in my room, so again I run into the bathroom and cough and hack everything back out of my lungs. I took like four or five puffs of my epinephrine inhaler, and took 60mg of pseudoephedrine hcl (decongestant). I was starting to breathe normally again, but that inhaler really cracks me out. It’s basically adrenaline going right to your brain, so I felt all pumped up and aggressive, and couldn’t think straight. I let my room air out and lifted weights for a while until I calmed down.
All this time my bed was still wet from the water from the air conditioner. So I take my sheets off, put them in the washing machine, and attempt to dry my bed with some towels. The mattress is a pain to dry. So now that the room is aired out, I go to put the air conditioner back in, and somehow or other break the part on the bottom that lets the fin slide in and out. I just put it back in place and set the air conditioner, it’s still broken but it’s fine for now.
Being cracked out from the medicine, being hot in my room from not having an air conditioner, I’m a terrible stressed out smelly sweaty mess, and I decide to get a drink and go sit down on the deck and relax. I get out there, and it starts to rain. That’s the perfect poetic way of the universe letting me know that it’s not through with me yet. I just sit out there and get rained on for a few minutes, it was refreshing anyhow. Then the instant I get up to go in, the rain starts to go away.
This probably isn’t half as stressful as what everybody else has to deal with at their place of employment. It’s like I can feel the stress go to my shoulders and arms and just stay there. Bleh, blah, bah, fooey. I’m done bitching. Take care reader.
So I start looking around for my newest old pair of glasses. Only problem with that, my parents decided to clean my entire room while I was away at college. That’s about the most psychologically stressful thing my parents do to me every now and then. I knew where they were before they cleaned. I had most of my important stuff at college so it didn’t matter much, but I left these home and I had no clue where they were. So I call my mom and ask her where they are, they’re in some box under my bed. Cool. So I start digging crap out from under my bed, I find every pair of glasses I ever had in this box, cool. I take the box out, start figuring out which is the newest one. Then all of a sudden I can’t breathe, the dust from under the bed and the box was starting to choke me up. But my room is small and not well ventilated, just one window, and it had an air conditioner in it.
I go into the bathroom and start coughing and hacking up all that stuff I breathed in, yummy. I go back in my room and the dust is just too bad, so I take my air conditioner out, and put a fan in the window, and open the window in the hallway so I can get some air circulation and get rid of the dust. In doing so, I made the mistake of tipping the air conditioner too much, and I spilt all the water it collected from the rain right onto my bed, dead bugs and all. Excellent! At this point, there is still too much dust in my room, so again I run into the bathroom and cough and hack everything back out of my lungs. I took like four or five puffs of my epinephrine inhaler, and took 60mg of pseudoephedrine hcl (decongestant). I was starting to breathe normally again, but that inhaler really cracks me out. It’s basically adrenaline going right to your brain, so I felt all pumped up and aggressive, and couldn’t think straight. I let my room air out and lifted weights for a while until I calmed down.
All this time my bed was still wet from the water from the air conditioner. So I take my sheets off, put them in the washing machine, and attempt to dry my bed with some towels. The mattress is a pain to dry. So now that the room is aired out, I go to put the air conditioner back in, and somehow or other break the part on the bottom that lets the fin slide in and out. I just put it back in place and set the air conditioner, it’s still broken but it’s fine for now.
Being cracked out from the medicine, being hot in my room from not having an air conditioner, I’m a terrible stressed out smelly sweaty mess, and I decide to get a drink and go sit down on the deck and relax. I get out there, and it starts to rain. That’s the perfect poetic way of the universe letting me know that it’s not through with me yet. I just sit out there and get rained on for a few minutes, it was refreshing anyhow. Then the instant I get up to go in, the rain starts to go away.
This probably isn’t half as stressful as what everybody else has to deal with at their place of employment. It’s like I can feel the stress go to my shoulders and arms and just stay there. Bleh, blah, bah, fooey. I’m done bitching. Take care reader.