Monday. Blargh.
I hate today.
- My entire me hurts. My left foot in particular is absolutely killing me. It's the top of my foot. It hurts if I point my toes, it hurts if I don't point my toes, it hurts if I stand up, it hurts if I walk, it hurts if I'm sitting, it hurts when I lie down, and it really hurts if I try to sleep. There are other things that hurt, too, but that pain is eclipsed by the foot thing. I'm not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse. The best part? I'm going back to the gym today where I can make it all just so much worse. Imagine my delight.
- I slept very poorly last night. Everything woke me up. The cat, light through the window, my foot, too much blanket, not enough blanket, and bad dreams. All of it woke me up. As a result, I am not my usual cheerful, perky, bubbly self. I know this is difficult to believe, but it is true.
- The bus driver did his very best to make me die. He seemed like a very nice man. He smiled and greeted everyone who got on the bus, and wished everyone who got off a nice day. In between that, though, he tried to make me die. His preferred method? Terror. It wasn't his driving, which was just fine. It was his Booming Voice of God, which he used to call out every stop. Every. Fucking. One. Oh, sweet shrieking Jesus. His microphone must have gone well past eleven. I had my iPod turned up as loud as it would go in an effort to drown him out. I failed. I am a twitching, quivery mess of PTSD right now, and I'm sure my fellow bus passengers are in much the same condition. I could see it in their haunted, vacant stares and the way they jumped and cowered with every passing street. TWENTY-FIFTH! *shudder* I want my teddy bear.
- Happy Monday, my little FriendBots.
- *sigh*