Yesterday was terrible and long. I wore my old pair of sketchers shape-ups to work yesterday. I got them when my foot was broken because they were the only shoes I could find that were the same height as my cast, and I'd forgotten why it is I stopped wearing them.
Somewhere around 10:30 (am) when both my knees had swollen up and my spine felt like crushed glass I remembered. Right. So by the time I got home I was a whimpering, pouty mess. Goose made me ceviche, but it didn't make me feel better. Instead I ate too much and made myself sick. I tried to take my last final online but the trackpad on my laptop decided to spaz out on me. I ended up taking it anyway through a lot of swearing and some frustrated crying. I got an A so I guess it all worked out. It just made me crazy. It also caused me to miss my math class, and since it was the last class before the final, I'm unsure of when or where, exactly, that is. My teacher doesn't have email (WHO DOES THAT?!) so I'm going to have to figure it out on my own. I'm sure it will be fine.
Anyway, that's all I know.
Oh yeah, and I found this sign in Jerome, doesn't it just make you happy inside? Love you.
Well see, so you did it then. It seems like you've been very on top of things lately! Very centered, very balanced.
ReplyDeleteCeviche? I want ceviche treats. No...no, I want scallops. Fatty scallops. Pandora is playing the saddest fucking music...I'm getting so nostalgic...I wish I could take my frustrations out on a quilt or an afghan or something productive.
I'm lonely, Cari. But--having said as much--Jay makes more time for me than I can handle, and mom and dad too. The pets. I feel kind of stale...you know? A little...tired? Played out?