Yesterday was a stunningly awful day that came hot on the heels of a week that wasn’t awful but has been remarkably stressful. Yesterday was a combination of nagging stomach issues, stupid AT&T problems (FIVE hours on hold!), the ceiling at work springing a leak over my computer, (ruining a really cute outfit), and on and on and on. Mentally, I’m finished for the week and just waiting to crawl back out of the snowstorm we’re expecting. It’s a real pain in the ass to deal with work when in my head I’ve already retreated into a ball huddled beneath a blanket.
Which, by the way, was how I spent most of the Thanksgiving weekend, thanks to the aforementioned nagging stomach issues. I was starting to suspect that the new medicine might be a big part of the problem, so I was really primed to be inundated by all the somber World AIDS Day programming that Tivo kept serving up. If I haven’t been cramping, writing essays, or working this week, there’s a good chance I was weepy and feeling sorry for myself.
And I can’t even eat ice cream to soothe the angst. Bleah.