05 June 2014

A week of complaints

I have spent the entire week thinking I'm few days farther into it than I really am, and that is just the worst. I woke up Monday morning thinking to myself, "Let's see...today is Wednesday? Or Thursday?"
Oh no, brain. That day was MONDAY.
This morning I woke up convinced (CONVINCED!) that today was was Saturday and I'd somehow accidentally set my alarm on the weekend and O HO HOW SILLY and then no.
Thursday.
Drat.
This has made the mornings particularly....unkind.
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I can't find my work badge. To be fair, I have only looked for it in my purse or on my person, fumbling outside of my office in the morning, for the past three days.
One must presume it is at home, but I haven't FOUND it, so it's hard to know.
I also learned that the front desk person really does not know who I am. Like even at all or a little bit.
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Gabriel is sick.
He's been sick since last Friday.
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I don't have a car.
I wrecked my car (more on that later, it requires its own post).
I WRECKED MY CAR.
I have to go car shopping.
Car shopping is the worst.
I WRECKED MY CAR.
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I had to cancel my camping trip this weekend BECAUSE I WRECKED MY CAR.
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My cat won't stop peeing on my stack of clean sheets.
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Work is busy.
Headachingly so.
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IT'S NOT FRIDAY AND I WRECKED MY CAR AND EVERYTHING IS THE WORST.

1 comment:

  1. This is the worst.

    This past Monday, I woke up, panicked because the alarm hadn't gone off, then relaxed because SILLY SWISTLE it was Sunday and we could sleep in, then felt sorry for Paul because he had accidentally gotten up early on a weekend, then dozed off, then found out it was Monday.

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