Dropping Days Off My Week
I am currently looking for mind-altering drugs that will drop yesterday and today off my life. You know, the kind that show up in movies and conspiracy theories. Not the kind that show up in drinks at bars.
Yesterday was a bad day. I didn't feel good, was tired and was in a precarious and unpredictable mood. I knew what kind of day it would be when I was inexplicably crying in my office about a TV show. The ridiculousness made me laugh so I was over it soon enough.
By dinner, I was whining. Heavily. Apparently I couldn't even read my book without looking sad. Ah, hormones.
I sighed with relief when I went to bed at 11:45 and was glad I could write the day off.
Today's mood was better. But it started off in a doctor's office, where we discussed the possibility of me needing a scope down my throat. No such drastic action is needed now, but still it's a worrisome next step, no matter how unlikely it is.
But my morning was eclipsed by this afternoon's news that I need a new A/C unit. Which run in the thousands of dollars.
The plus side of this large expensive is that I can probably get a 0% interest loan from the city because it will be energy efficient. One of my friends called it "good news." I call that "no more bad news."
Granted, I recognize that my bad news isn't horrible. People I love are healthy (even me, we have roofs over our heads, and jobs. But damn, its still been a crappy 2 days.
At least I've got shows for the next 3 nights. All of which I expect to be good. At least the bar is low. I saw M.I.A. on Friday night. Her mediocre $20 show was 37 minutes long including 2 encores. Rip off! Don't go. Trust me the show in your imagination will be much better.
Yesterday was a bad day. I didn't feel good, was tired and was in a precarious and unpredictable mood. I knew what kind of day it would be when I was inexplicably crying in my office about a TV show. The ridiculousness made me laugh so I was over it soon enough.
By dinner, I was whining. Heavily. Apparently I couldn't even read my book without looking sad. Ah, hormones.
I sighed with relief when I went to bed at 11:45 and was glad I could write the day off.
Today's mood was better. But it started off in a doctor's office, where we discussed the possibility of me needing a scope down my throat. No such drastic action is needed now, but still it's a worrisome next step, no matter how unlikely it is.
But my morning was eclipsed by this afternoon's news that I need a new A/C unit. Which run in the thousands of dollars.
The plus side of this large expensive is that I can probably get a 0% interest loan from the city because it will be energy efficient. One of my friends called it "good news." I call that "no more bad news."
Granted, I recognize that my bad news isn't horrible. People I love are healthy (even me, we have roofs over our heads, and jobs. But damn, its still been a crappy 2 days.
At least I've got shows for the next 3 nights. All of which I expect to be good. At least the bar is low. I saw M.I.A. on Friday night. Her mediocre $20 show was 37 minutes long including 2 encores. Rip off! Don't go. Trust me the show in your imagination will be much better.
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