Complaints of a 'Torchinatorgator'
Ohhhh dear....
Today...not in my top ten days really. Of course, that doesn't necessarily place it in my bottom ten either, does it? Well...it doesn't to tell you the truth. It just means today was...less than optimal. Less than what I'd hoped for after a shitty day yesterday.
Though I suppose it's just been one of those weekends. They happen, right?
My sleeping has gotten really awful and one of my good friends is on my back to go to the doctor about it. And now he isn't really leaving me alone in terms of this supposed doctor visit. Of course, he actually listens to my complaints, so he really does know the extent of everything that's wrong with me (sleep, shoulder, knees, back..um...everything?) physically. In addition to the renewed sleeping problems (though fret not any person out there who happens to stumble upon this post for reasons...I don't really know about, my 'problems' have been getting better over the last year) I've messed up my shoulder again. Which isn't a huge deal really. I mean, I've been dealing with the remnants of my shoulder injury for the last two years or so but now I'm starting to get worried. A sprained shoulder...shouldn't still hurt after two years. almost two years. It hasn't been quite that long yet.
But now I'm having trouble writing/typing because it starts aching with the movements of my hand.
I don't know, whatever, it probably isn't a huge deal and I'm probably only worrying about it because I'm so exhausted/irritated lately.
Anyway!
Had to work today, which was less than perfect for my Sunday. To be quite honest, I would have preferred to hunker down beneath my heavy denim comforter with my ipod and...a book or something. Anything that isn't work.
But, in that falsely optimistic way I usually have, I climbed out of bed, got dressed and headed to work.
Let's not even get into how that went...>_< Hint, job 2 (the SECOND half of my day) included a mother and an arguing daughter and splenda. 21 packs of splenda counted out and stuffed into plastic bags. Twas exciting, as I'm sure you can tell.
Haven't been able to do any *good* writing all weekend, which is a bummer. I've finally got an idea I kind of sort of like (which I have to thank Darli and Mew for. I don't think I would have stumbled across the beginnings of this idea without a Port Mercer to create characters for. Since one of my characters sparked my interest in writing this stuff) but I can't seem to get the creative juices flowing enough in order to get it figured out and actually written. Though I'm one hundred percent in love with the main character who isn't SUPPOSED to be the main character. Oh well, I love him anyway. XD
Perhaps Calculus class will be more condusive to my attempts at creativity, yes?
Today...not in my top ten days really. Of course, that doesn't necessarily place it in my bottom ten either, does it? Well...it doesn't to tell you the truth. It just means today was...less than optimal. Less than what I'd hoped for after a shitty day yesterday.
Though I suppose it's just been one of those weekends. They happen, right?
My sleeping has gotten really awful and one of my good friends is on my back to go to the doctor about it. And now he isn't really leaving me alone in terms of this supposed doctor visit. Of course, he actually listens to my complaints, so he really does know the extent of everything that's wrong with me (sleep, shoulder, knees, back..um...everything?) physically. In addition to the renewed sleeping problems (though fret not any person out there who happens to stumble upon this post for reasons...I don't really know about, my 'problems' have been getting better over the last year) I've messed up my shoulder again. Which isn't a huge deal really. I mean, I've been dealing with the remnants of my shoulder injury for the last two years or so but now I'm starting to get worried. A sprained shoulder...shouldn't still hurt after two years. almost two years. It hasn't been quite that long yet.
But now I'm having trouble writing/typing because it starts aching with the movements of my hand.
I don't know, whatever, it probably isn't a huge deal and I'm probably only worrying about it because I'm so exhausted/irritated lately.
Anyway!
Had to work today, which was less than perfect for my Sunday. To be quite honest, I would have preferred to hunker down beneath my heavy denim comforter with my ipod and...a book or something. Anything that isn't work.
But, in that falsely optimistic way I usually have, I climbed out of bed, got dressed and headed to work.
Let's not even get into how that went...>_< Hint, job 2 (the SECOND half of my day) included a mother and an arguing daughter and splenda. 21 packs of splenda counted out and stuffed into plastic bags. Twas exciting, as I'm sure you can tell.
Haven't been able to do any *good* writing all weekend, which is a bummer. I've finally got an idea I kind of sort of like (which I have to thank Darli and Mew for. I don't think I would have stumbled across the beginnings of this idea without a Port Mercer to create characters for. Since one of my characters sparked my interest in writing this stuff) but I can't seem to get the creative juices flowing enough in order to get it figured out and actually written. Though I'm one hundred percent in love with the main character who isn't SUPPOSED to be the main character. Oh well, I love him anyway. XD
Perhaps Calculus class will be more condusive to my attempts at creativity, yes?