I had a bad day.
I don’t normally blog about my bad days, because well, I assume you have your own…and I like to stay positive.
But everyone has their limits.
My limits may be compressed depending on the level of hormones surging through my body…
These are petty problems.
Once, in the same stormy day, our basement flooded and the basketball goal fell into our windshield.
This was not that kind of day.
It only felt like it.
I tried to work today.
The work about did me in.
Things didn’t work right.
I didn’t work right.
I reached out for help.
No one answered.
I attempted again, but even worse than my failure, technological failure struck.
I was ready to drink at one o’clock in the afternoon.
I own Microsoft Office, but Microsoft Office doesn’t think I do.
I entered my product key.
It pretended to do things.
It did not work.
I did it again.
It did not work again.
I called True to vent.
While talking to her, I tried to turn my candle warmer on, but the bulb blew.
No fresh pears in my living room.
Just leaves. Leaves all up in my house.
threatened to offered to help by touching my computer.
I almost cried.
We agreed we will upload the disc another day.
(On a day that I am more stable.)
I didn’t like it.
The Mister vacuumed the leaves.
Then he brought home pizza and a fountain soda.
And now my fountain soda is all gone.
I am sad.
You may not cry me a river.
You may not play a tiny violin.
You may nod and agree, “Mama said there’d be days like this…”
Even you may sing it if you like.
Because singing is good.