Barf. Today sucks. It started off rough because I had way too much fun at Tina’s house last night, drinking margaritas, eating delicious turkey meatballs, and losing at Scrabble. So I was already planning on hating this morning. When the alarm went off it was still way dark, and Ernie was hogging all the blankets. The lightbulb in my room has been burnt out for a couple days now, but it’s too high for me to reach (even on a chair!) and the BF has ignored several requests to bring his ladder over, so my room dark.
By some happy accident I managed to find some stain- and wrinkle-free work-appropriate clothes and a whole pair of underwear. My morning’s looking up! I thought. So what if I almost barfed in the shower? Onward and upward! I poured myself some Cranberry Splash Sierra Mist and headed out the door. Hey, the car started! Sweet!
But then shit headed downhill. I sat at just about every stop light between my house and work. I really had to blow my nose and couldn’t find a tissue. I forgot to put my check card back in my wallet so no delicious Sausage McMuffin for me. Oh, it gets worse.
You know that funky liquid that collects in your cup holder if you don’t clean it out like, ever? Well, I dripped some of that on my pants as I was getting out of the car. That shit stinks. Literally. It smells bad. And now it’s on me. I tried to scrub it out in the bathroom, but I just spread the stain around. I’m still smelling the smell now. Yuck. A co-worker brought doughnuts in, and everyone ate the good ones while I was trying to scrub the funk out of my pants. The only two left were a jelly-filled (barf) and a half of a dry non-glazed cake one. Who eats half a doughnut and leaves it in the box?
It doesn’t matter anyway; the funk from my pants is turning my stomach.
*Note: I know my day could be much worse. I have a job, a home, friends, family, and awesome pets. But still; a girl’s allowed to complain once in a while, right?