I’m still feeling a little irritated and minorly depressed. But I know it’s just the result of the fact that I am worried and anxious. Plus, I have a pile of laundry to sort out/put away that is nearly as tall as me now.
Really, that’s pretty impressive.
I also accidentally dumped out my little plastic bag of panty liners near my schoolwork. So every time I’ve needed a one in the last month I’ve had to try to find one underneath all my books and part of a pile of laundry.
I can’t stand it when my space is this messy, but I haven’t had time to work on cleaning it in a while. It’s not helping my stress levels.
And there’s the PMS.
Being a woman really blows sometimes.
Like, when birth control makes you crazy. But not taking birth control makes you paranoid and crazy. And you can’t decide which one is worse.
Speaking of PMS, I should probably monitor how I exercise when I’m upset. Because even though my job is technically sedentary, I actually do have to move around a lot and it sucks to shuffle in pain instead of walk upright like a regular homo sapien.
Also annoying is having to explain to my boss why I look like a cripple. As is his retaliation for my making fun of his back-out crazy-walk for the last month.
Probably should have thought that one through.
It’s okay. I won’t in the future, either. I never learn.
Last night I couldn’t sleep. I got maybe four hours, total. I’m an eight hour girl. My boss asked me a question twice and I didn’t even realize it until he pointed out that he forgot he already asked once. I didn’t even bother to try to pretend I noticed he did it. And he didn’t bother to ask why my eyes are puffy and so dark that I look like I’ve been brawling.
You know who should brawl? The Brawny man and that Charmin bear. I’m rooting for Brawny so that I don’t have to see the bear talking about how he gets little bits of toilet paper stuck to his ass again.
It’s one thing when my family talks about that kind of thing. Coming from an unfamiliar fucking bear, I feel that’s a little more information than I really asked for.
Also, Brawny dude is kinda hot. In that manly log cabin lumberjack kind of way. He could totally take a bear. Then make the bear into a rug that would lay in front of the fireplace in his log cabin. Maybe not the kind with the head on it, though. It would be kinda creepy to be all up in Brawny’s business, then look over and have the Charmin bear watching with that blank, dead taxidermy stare.
I suddenly feel as if I’ve taken this too far.
How did I even get on this tangent, anyway?
Man, sometimes I wish I could drink caffeine again.