Ok, so this is one of those posts to remind you that I am a real person. And by real I mean that contrary to popular belief, I am definitely not positive and happy-go-lucky all the time. Let me just start with this line:
TODAY HAS BEEN ABSOLUTE HORSE SHIT
Yes, you read that correctly.
I wake up this morning to find out my husband is full-blown sick. If anyone doesn’t remember or know, I’ve been extremely ill for the last 2 months and JUST now am starting to feel better. Proceeding into the living room I check my Wellsfargo account expecting to see my whopping $200 in there (and no im not being sarcastic…to me that’s whopping!)…ONLY TO SEE THE BALANCE READ $17. FUCK. What happened!?!?!
I realize that though I moved the date my car payment should be coming out, the company of course did not adhere to the new date and decided to take it out as scheduled. Therefore, about $180 just vanished into thin air. Had I NOT had that $17 extra in there my account would have bounced about 10 things. So for that I am thankful. As for everything else involving that whole situation, not so much.
As if this day could not get shittier. I have studied and feel confident about my World Literature test I am going to be taking. I’ve studied and read stories for about 3 weeks. I sighn on, open test, begin to take it, FINISH QUESTION ONE AND THE COMPUTER FREEZES.. Well, it doesn’t unfreeze. Panicked I am trying to do everything I can to get it to stop doing what its doing which results in the page my test is on being closed down.
After trying to log back in it says my test has already been graded. REALLY?!!! I did ONE question. FUCK. So I sit on the couch and start crying because I don’t know what else to do at this point. I did email teacher but im sure he has more important things to do on a Saturday than worry about a student’s computer malfunctioning.
I cooked dinner tonight, took that to my husband, and made him some cookies per request. It’s hilarious. It’s something about men when they are sick. They feel as if they are dying. He’s been sick for a day and I was sick for two months…want to talk about feeling like you are dying. Daisy (chihuahua) literally took a shit on the kitchen floor tonight. Very unusual but if it was going to happen, it would have happened today.
Oh and so far I’ve eaten TWO cookies with chocolate icing and sprinkles.
I’m contemplating a third. I feel like eating a carton of cookie dough ice cream. Don ‘t tempt me I will drive down to Food Lion and use the last few dollars to my name to get a carton!!!!!!! My counselor tells me that food = comfort to me. Which I totally agree. It’s like medicine, whenever I feel bad be it cramps, depression, or just having a shitty day I want to eat to make myself feel better.
How was your day? 🙂