Shit.
You know when you have a bad day and you think to yourself, "How can it get worse?" and it DOES.
Its like, you wake up, try to do your business, and the fates have it in them to screw you over and make sure you are unable to accomplish a damn thing. Road block after damn road block. Or lull you into thinking that you got something done, then you go home, open the bag, and go, "Shhiiiiitttt." Four hours of running around for nothing.
Then you settle down and try to do your work, and just when you get started the phone rings and its that call that sends you flying out the door, work-be-damned and when you reach that destination is was all for naught.
You go back to your car, and some nut has smashed your side window. No number.
And oh, the damn keys are locked in the car.
Brilliant.
You believe the day is over, time to hit the sack, just sleep off the bad joo joo, and that decietful phone rings again, and this time it is no joke, and off you go, praying that the side mirror that you duct taped isnt gonna go flying off into the dark night of asphalt and black rubber.
And when your home again, finally thinking its all over, the phone that is the harbinger of shit beckons again. Its your significant other, the person you have feelings for, but know that they arn't feeling the same as you. You've known it was coming for weeks, but still, its been a shitty day, so it hurts more than it should have.
The dumbo had to choose TODAY? Yesterday, the day before, the day before that would have been perfect.
Anyway. Gonna go to bed now. For real this time. The phone is on silent, and in my sneakers downstairs. Tomorrow is a new day, and time to start afresh, ya?
GOOD night.
Added: And five minutes after this entry was posted the house phone rings. More bad news. Worst one yet. Forget sleep, I'm gonna stay online and kill my braincells till all the little buggers are dead.
Its like, you wake up, try to do your business, and the fates have it in them to screw you over and make sure you are unable to accomplish a damn thing. Road block after damn road block. Or lull you into thinking that you got something done, then you go home, open the bag, and go, "Shhiiiiitttt." Four hours of running around for nothing.
Then you settle down and try to do your work, and just when you get started the phone rings and its that call that sends you flying out the door, work-be-damned and when you reach that destination is was all for naught.
You go back to your car, and some nut has smashed your side window. No number.
And oh, the damn keys are locked in the car.
Brilliant.
You believe the day is over, time to hit the sack, just sleep off the bad joo joo, and that decietful phone rings again, and this time it is no joke, and off you go, praying that the side mirror that you duct taped isnt gonna go flying off into the dark night of asphalt and black rubber.
And when your home again, finally thinking its all over, the phone that is the harbinger of shit beckons again. Its your significant other, the person you have feelings for, but know that they arn't feeling the same as you. You've known it was coming for weeks, but still, its been a shitty day, so it hurts more than it should have.
The dumbo had to choose TODAY? Yesterday, the day before, the day before that would have been perfect.
Anyway. Gonna go to bed now. For real this time. The phone is on silent, and in my sneakers downstairs. Tomorrow is a new day, and time to start afresh, ya?
GOOD night.
Added: And five minutes after this entry was posted the house phone rings. More bad news. Worst one yet. Forget sleep, I'm gonna stay online and kill my braincells till all the little buggers are dead.