I woke up.

I woke up this morning, more exhausted and puffy-faced than usual. My eyes were mostly swollen shut, just little slits that let enough light in for me to navigate my way to the bathroom. I'm unsure at this juncture if it's allergies or a sinus infection.

Anyway, I attempted to do something (anything) with my hair, but failed miserably. I put on some cream eyeshadow in what I thought was 'mushroom' which is a really mild silvery grey. Instead it was some neon white color, full of huge chunks of silver glitter, a fact I wouldn't notice for a couple of hours yet.

I fed the animals, packed up my stuff and headed to work. The tiny chip in my windshield from the day before was now a huge spider-ing series of cracks, radiating out three or four inches in each direction. I made a mental note to call the insurance company to have it replaced.

I had left home early so I could stop by the store to get more coffee creamer. I had driven past the store before I knew what happened. I turned around and settled for a Walgreens instead. As I paid for my items I noticed a fine, bronze-y dust on my wallet, and thought it was odd. I got back to the car and realized my work keys weren't dangling from my scrubs like they should be. I thrust my hands into my purse and the container of loose eyeshadow pigment I'd been lugging around since pride exploded, covering everything I own in the finest black/bronze dust imaginable. My keys were not even in my purse.

I turned the car on and drove back home, finding my keys on the key rack where I'd so dutifully placed them the night before. I grabbed my sunglasses and drove back to work.

The coffee machine was out of coffee, and I wasn't wearing socks, but I was grateful that it was Friday. I set my stuff down at my desk and made the long walk down to the other end of the facility in search of coffee. I was rewarded for my hard work. As I trudged back to my desk I sneezed and spilled scalding coffee down the front of my scrubs.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and noticed that I'd mistakenly worn my painting scrubs. I turned them inside out, but the paint stains were still obvious, perhaps even more so now, in light of the coffee stains. I looked in the mirror (my eyes still unbelievably puffy and red) and noticed the eyeshadow issue. It was hilarious, and I immediately washed it off, or at least attempted to. While the white eyeshadow part came off without issue, the glitter just sort of swirled around my face. I couldn't get it off, so instead I just attempted to coat my face in it evenly, hoping it would look strange, but perhaps intentional.

I made my way back to my desk, took an allergy pill and drank my coffee, and that's as far as I've made it today.

Ha!

But it is Friday, so I remain hopeful that the day will improve from here. If my eyes de-puff themselves I think I'll head off to a bikram class this afternoon, and try and sweat out the strange mood I've been in all week.

I miss your face, and I hope you're well. Don't work yourself to death.

All my love.